She smiled, coy and smug, biting her bottom lip as I knelt over her. That look on her face? Fuck. She could undo me with just a glance.
I took a breath, drinking her in. Naked and glorious beneath me—the woman of my dreams and the center of every filthy fantasy I’d ever had.
My chest clenched with something deeper. Something real.
I laced my fingers with hers, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“You’re so special, Ellie.”
Her expression softened, her eyes shimmering with something tender—something that mirrored the ache growing in my chest. She squeezed my hand back.
Still holding her fingers, I reached to the nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. Her gaze stayed on me as I tore the condom wrapper.
Her hand came up to stop me, fingers wrapping around the foil package.
“We…we don’t need that.”
I paused, eyeing her hand and the grip I still held on the condom.
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you, Logan.”
Those four words were all I needed to hear to loosen the grip and allow her to take it from me. Ellie tossed it across the room, and a softthudsounded somewhere on the floor.
“I haven’t been with anyone else in quite a while.”
“I’ve only ever slept with one other person.”
Fuck.
“Flip over for me,” I said, voice low and thick. “Get that pretty ass in the air.”
She slipped out from beneath me, slow and sensual, then positioned herself on all fours. Her back arched, ass high, as she waited for me.
I ran a palm over one cheek, admiring her curves before giving a light smack, watching the skin bloom pink beneath my hand.
“Fuck,” I muttered, lining up behind her.
Guiding myself between her thighs, I pressed the tip of my cock to her entrance, groaning as I slowly buried myself inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, trembling beneath the weight of me.
But I kept going—deeper, fuller—until I was completely inside.
“Good girl,” I growled. “You take me so fucking well.”
I stayed like that for a moment, giving her time to adjust to my size. My hands caressed her hips, reverent, then possessive.
Then I wrapped her hair around my fist and tugged.
“If I’m too rough,” I murmured against her ear, “you tell me.”
Ellie nodded, her breath shaky.
That was all I needed.
With her hair as leverage, I drove into her. Each thrust echoed with the sound of skin on skin, our bodies colliding in rhythm, in fire. She let out a low, feral moan as I picked up the pace, pounding into her with everything I had.
