Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
It’d been so long.
So long.
“Mine,” Logan rumbled where he pressed his face to my throat.
Logan’s body consumed me, so big and full that the only thing I could breathe was him.
Grunting, Logan curled a hand in my hair, and he yanked it back farther so my throat was exposed and my chest arched from the bed to crush against his.
“Look at you, all spread out for me, this body taking me the way only you can. Fucking perfect, being in you.”
He remained completely still as desire burned inside me.
“Logan.” I whimpered it.
“What do you need, Little Star?”
“You, I’ve always needed you.”
“You have me. Forever.”
He kissed my throat before he pulled back and began to move.
He moved in slow, measured thrusts.
His gaze remained unrelenting, his stare ruthless as he took me.
He consumed me.
He claimed me.
He rebranded me with the mark of his body.
His lips were parted as he panted. He worked over me, all that lean, hewn muscle flexing in ripples of strength.
Every thrust was obsession.
Every drive possession.
Gasps wisped from my throat, and I lifted to meet him as I begged him for more.
His hips began to stroke faster.
Bliss prickled and teased, a whispered promise that hummed from the edges of eternity.
A song that grew louder.
A rhythm that climbed toward a crescendo.
He gathered me closer as if he could never possibly get me close enough. “You feel so good. So right. How’s it possible, Little Star? How’s it possible you do this to me? Do you have any idea? Did you know my perfection is you?”
He grunted it with each jut of his hips.
Friction flamed and fanned, and our hearts picked up the same rhythm as our bodies.
Jagged.
Erratic.
A desperate devotion that thrummed and churned and grew.
It built to a point where it was blinding.
Blind love.
Because there were no guarantees.
There were only our oaths and our truths.
It didn’t matter what either of us had done in the past.
Not the scars or the betrayals or the grief.
It was only this.
Now.
So I fell into this man who I’d promised I’d never trust again.
A man who was supposed to be my enemy.
My lover.
My destination.
My North Star.
Pleasure blossomed in every cell.
It shivered and trembled and expanded.
It sizzled then blew.
Every molecule in my being ruptured.
There, beneath the savage loyalty that blazed in his eyes, I broke apart.
His name rasped from my lips. “Logan. Logan.”
A moan of my spirit. A shattering of my soul.
I fractured into a million unrecognizable pieces. Splintered apart.
And I floated somewhere in that paradise that only existed in his hands.
Wave after wave.
Flood after flood.
Rapture.
Ecstasy.
Logan edged back and took me by both knees as he climbed onto his.
He pounded into me, scoring himself deep.
Frantic.
Wild.
Unhinged.
I felt it when he came. When his bliss was mine. When every muscle in his gorgeous body tensed and he let go.
A guttural moan ripped up his throat as he poured into me.
Pleasure pulled every muscle in his chest and abdomen taut.
“Fuck, so good. So good,” he muttered incoherently before he slumped forward.
Pants jetted from my mouth, and every fiber in my being vibrated with aftershocks.
It was a feeling that went bone deep.
Satisfaction.
Contentment.
This man who was everything.
How could I ever have believed otherwise?
Those arms wound around me, and his nose ran up my cheek until his mouth was at my ear. “You might be mine, but you, Little Star, own me.”
THIRTY
LOGAN
I brushed the hair from her face as she lay on her side staring at me.
Fire-agate eyes glowed in a slow simmer. Coals that glinted. This girl who’d thawed my frozen heart from the inside out.
I didn’t think I’d felt more content, so at peace, than right then.
It might have been a bit illogical considering this girl was a boatload of trouble.
She’d always been.
And she’d always been worth it.
We floated in that peace, like we were back out under the stars in Los Angeles, held by their secret cover. By the sounds of the night and the whisper of the darkness.
I thought maybe our minds needed a minute to catch up to the place our spirits and bodies had gone, except I was sure my mind had known it all along.
There was a part of me that had to wonder if I’d always known we’d catch up to this day.
That it was always going to be her and me.
“There is no better place in this world than being in you,” I finally murmured as I let my fingertips brush along the ridge of her mouth.
A breathy giggle rippled from between her swollen, plump lips, Aster’s breath kissing my skin as she gazed at me like she’d found her way home. “And how do you know that, Logan Lawson? I’m pretty sure you haven’t visited every place.”
She drew out the last, pure suggestion.
A tease and a play.
Joy rumbled in my spirit, and a grin split my face. Her mood was so light she might as well have been high. The girl was still soaring somewhere in the heavens where only this kind of pleasure could exist.