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)
Our child.
Our child.
“Why didn’t you come to me that night?”
“Our whole world exploded that night, Aster. I’d just shot Jarek Urso, I didn’t know if he was dead or alive, and I only had half of what I’d been sent to retrieve for your father. Your uncle was dead and Jarek had blamed me for it. I was a kid, Aster, a kid who had gotten himself in far too deep. I was fucking terrified and had no idea what to do.”
His thick throat tremored when he swallowed, grief the strike of a match in his green eyes. “I made it home only to find out Nathan had been killed. The rest of us were in danger. Trent forced me to leave with them that night, insisted that I never step foot in Los Angeles again. He’d said I’d be signing our death certificates if I did. Even with all of that, I called and called you, Aster, I fucking tried, but you never answered, and I came back the first moment I could sneak away.”
My soul shivered, and tears streaked down my cheeks. “You didn’t forget me.”
A possessive growl rumbled from Logan’s chest. “Forget you, Aster Rose? You inhabited every recess of my mind. Every crevice of my heart. And you lived in every drop of blood that beat through my veins. Just like I know now I beat through yours.”
He pressed his face to my neck. “I hate what you had to do. Hate that you sacrificed. But I get it because I’d die every single day for you.”
“Logan.”
“Little Star.”
“My destination.”
Intensity blistered from his being, and Logan stepped back a fraction to twine a loose lock of hair around his hand. “And here we are,” he rumbled.
“And I’m never looking back.”
“Never.”
“Love me, Logan, and don’t you dare stop.”
A rough chuckle vibrated his chest. “Stop? Oh, Little Star, I already promised you I was going to ruin you tonight.”
His lips fell to my shoulder and ran up the side of my neck.
Fire flamed.
I exhaled a shaky breath as he kissed a path down the length of my exposed spine until he was kneeling behind me.
He bunched the silky material of my dress around my waist.
Cool air caressed my bottom, at odds with the heat that throbbed between my thighs.
I sucked for air.
Lust hissed from his mouth. “Fucking gorgeous. Your ass, Aster. Perfection.”
He splayed a palm over my cheek, then he angled down to kiss along the strip of the lace between my crease.
I jolted forward, nearly buckling in two, and I grabbed onto the sides of the mirror for support.
Logan grunted when I did.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
He spread my cheeks then pulled the fabric aside so he could let his tongue take its place.
He licked me from my clit to ass.
Desire bloomed, tendrils that spread to embed in every cell.
“Logan.”
His tongue rimmed my asshole as he drove two fingers deep inside me.
Pinpricks of pleasure lit.
I pressed back, needing more.
“More.”
“You’re about to have all of me.”
Intensity bounded through the room, and I swore, I felt the walls enclose to box us in.
A dark sanctuary where it was only me and Logan.
As if we were back beneath those hidden stars.
This love that had been twisted and disfigured but had never broken.
It unfurled then.
Complete and whole.
Logan rose to standing, and he undid his pants. Stony eyes searched my face through the reflection as he pushed his fingers between my thighs and rubbed my center. “Say it.”
I gasped and whined and angled forward in a plea for more.
“I’m yours.”
The second I said it, he grabbed me by the waist and drove into me in one possessive thrust.
So deep it drove a deep sob from my mouth.
“Do you feel that, Little Star?” he grunted.
Logan pulled nearly all the way out before he drove back again.
My thighs shook.
I felt him like an avalanche.
A rolling of bliss.
An undulation of possession.
“Mine,” he grated.
It was grit.
Gravel.
A claim.
The truth that I had always been.
“Tell me,” I demanded back.
Our gazes tangled in the reflection.
He banded one arm across my stomach, and the other splayed wide while it slowly traveled up my abdomen and chest until he was holding me by the front of the throat.
His hand curled there, pulling me up and forcing me to lean my weight against him, and his mouth came to my ear. “I’m yours, Aster. Fucking yours, and I’m always going to be, and I won’t stop until that truth is your peace.”
He bent his knees and thrust into me again.
A cry jolted from my lungs.
“That’s right, Little Star. Feel what I do to this sweet body.”
“I feel everything.”
Logan growled and took me harder. “I love you, Aster Rose.”
He stepped back, and he pressed his hand to the back of my neck so he could bend me over.
My hands shot back out to hold onto the mirror as he began to pound into me from behind.