Pain edged to pleasure in a heartbeat. This was too much. “Logan,” she whispered.
He shoved her bra up, and then his mouth was on her. Wet and warm and insistent. He played with her breasts, nipping and biting, hinting at pain that flooded into pleasure. With her hands bound, she couldn’t touch him. She could only feel, and soon she was a desperate bundle of nerves. She needed more. So much more.
As if he knew, he moved off her again, and his large hand flattened across her abdomen. “You want to come, Mercy?”
God yes. Definitely. She nodded.
“Ask me.” His palm swept over her panties, and she pushed against him.
She didn’t even think of using sarcasm this time. “Please, Logan.”
He pushed his hand into her panties, his thumb scraping across her clit. She arched, the feeling too much and yet not enough.
Her sex clenched. His fingers dipped down farther, gliding through her folds and into her. His fingertips were rough but his penetration gentle. She caught her breath. He added another finger inside her, twisting and hitting a spot she hadn’t known she had.
She arched, her eyes closing.
He paused.
Her eyes opened.
He nodded. “Keep your eyes on me. This is mine.”
She shook her head out of instinct, her arms up and her body spread open for him.
“Yes.” He hit that spot again and planted his thumb directly on her clit. “Do. Not. Move.”
She bit her lip as tremors started in her thighs.
“Understand now?” he asked.
She blinked.
He stared at her for a moment as if thinking and then gave a short nod. Apparently he’d reached a conclusion.
“I want it all, Mercy. Understand that. Not playing, not casual, not temporary.” He leaned in and kissed her. Hard. “Right now you’re going to give me this. All of it. Then we’re sleeping. Tomorrow, you can decide if you want to give me everything. But if you do, I’m keeping it.”
He stroked her again, and she arched, her eyelids fluttering shut. She opened them quickly to concentrate on the burning green of his eyes. This was so much, but she couldn’t move. If he stopped, she’d die.
His fingers increased their pace, and he fucked her with them, his thumb working her clit.
The orgasm hit her so hard she stopped breathing. The waves pummeled her, and she had to close her eyes, heat flushing hard and fast beneath her skin.
He worked her until she softened to the bed with a garbled murmur, her mind and body shutting down with pure relief.
“Tomorrow, then,” he whispered against her forehead, pulling the covers over them both. Then warmth and safety surrounded her for the first time in her life, and she settled right into it, even as a warning ticked in the back of her mind.
She’d worry about that tomorrow.
Chapter 23
Mercy awoke, her body satiated, her mind rested, and her heart totally out of whack. The sheets were so warm from the immortal slumbering next to her that she had to snuggle in and enjoy the moment. Turning on her side, she studied him.
Logan slept on his stomach, one arm above his head, his face turned toward her. In sleep, he looked every bit as fierce as he did awake—maybe more so. His lashes were long against his bronze skin, and black scruff covered his firm jawline. He should have the look of a pirate, but he didn’t.
Predator. While resting, when he should be vulnerable, his primal nature was even more evident.
The bedclothes had been pushed to his waist, and she fought the temptation to run her hand over the rugged planes of his back. Even the blades of his shoulders looked strong.
