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Another moan, this time even more breathless.

He let go of her nipple and lifted his head, kissing a path up her neck until he could suck her earlobe into his mouth. “You like my fingers there?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered.

“Good, cause I’m gonna make you come with my fingers first, so you’ll be nice and relaxed when I make love to you with my cock.”

Her breath hitched, and he felt her nipples rub against his chest.

With her jeans down to her knees, Winter’s range of motion was restricted. She couldn’t open her legs any wider, but Logan didn’t mind. He had enough space to slide three fingers back and forth to reach her clit without any problem. Winter couldn’t escape his caresses. She was at his mercy.

Planting open-mouthed kisses on her neck, he continued to stroke her center of pleasure, feeling how her clit became more and more swollen, while Winter thrust her pelvis toward his hand, demanding more friction. He complied with her demand, rubbing her hard and fast, adjusting his tempo to her breathing pattern, to her frantically beating heart.

“Logan, oh yes, yes, please!”

Even without her words he could tell how close she was. Her skin was perspiring now, a soft rose blush covering it, her chest was heaving, her breaths ragged, her pulse racing. He loved seeing her like this, loved being the reason for it. He felt her clit throb now, and knew she was ready. He slipped his middle finger deep into her pussy, then pinched her clit with his thumb and index finger.

Her body spasmed, her inner muscles clenching his finger tightly. Then he felt her shudder as her orgasm crashed over her. He stilled his fingers, allowing her to ride out the pleasure now coursing through her body, kissing her neck, her shoulders, dipping down to her breasts, and kissing her there too, until the tension in her body finally ebbed and she sagged against the wall.

Slowly, gently, he eased his fingers from her. Then he lifted her into his arms and placed her down on the bed.

“I’ll take care of you now,” he promised and continued to undress her.

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Winter felt like she was in a daze. A dream. But it wasn’t a dream. She was lying on the bed, and Logan was undressing her. She felt cool air blow against her skin and knew he’d taken off her pants. But she was too satiated from her orgasm to lift her head and look down at herself.

Then she felt his hands on her chest. She watched him as he freed her of her bra. He tossed it aside, then dipped his head to one breast and licked over the nipple. Her entire body still hypersensitive, she let out a moan.

He briefly looked at her, smiled, then reached for her panties and slid them off her. She felt no shame about being exposed to him like this. She wanted him to see her like this. Just like she wanted to see him. Every immortal inch of him.

“Take your clothes off,” she said, barely recognizing her own voice. When exactly had she turned into a breathy-voiced vixen?

Logan stood up straight. “Only if you watch.”

She braced herself on her elbows and looked at him, more alert now. “Oh, I’m watching.”

There was something intimate about watching a man getting undressed. But watching Logan as he took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, was even more of a turn-on. Was it because he was an immortal? Or because he was a stranger, and she had no expectations? Maybe it was both.

His chest was covered with only the lightest dusting of dark hair, just as dark as the hair on his head. His pectorals were defined, not in a bodybuilder kind of way, but in a, well, warrior kind of way. He looked as strong as he was. His abs were just as well-developed, the ridges reminding her of ripples the ocean waves left in the sand. Down the middle of his abdominal muscles, the hair grew slightly thicker where it disappeared into his pants.

Her eyes were glued to his hands, his strong, yet elegant fingers, when he lowered the zipper revealing black boxer briefs beneath the khaki pants he wore. When he stopped, she lifted her head to find out the reason why and found him looking at her.

“Just wanted to make sure you want me to go on,” he said with a smirk.

“Now you’re just being a tease,” she said.

“Or maybe I’m simply enjoying the way you look at me.”

“I’ll enjoy it even more once I get to see more.” She tossed a pointed look at his groin.

Finally, he continued his slow undressing. He bent down and undid his boots. He pulled a dagger from one of them and put it aside, before stepping out of them. Then he stripped himself of his socks, straightened again, and pushed his pants down. When he stepped out of them, she was rewarded with the sight of two muscular legs. But her interest lay farther up, where the black fabric of his boxer briefs stretched over a thick bulge.

Winter licked her lips. A groan came from Logan, then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his last item of clothing down, freeing himself. His cock sprang free. Hard and heavy it curved toward his abdomen, and below, his balls hung in a tight sac.

“You do have all the right parts.” She raised her eyes to meet his. “Perfect parts.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Slowly he bridged the distance to the bed and slid one knee onto the mattress. “Now let’s put this part to good use.”