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)
The lengths I would go.
Fuck any consequence.
Tension bound. Built and shuddered and blew.
She writhed where she sat, angling to the side as her heart thundered in the space. “And I’ll give you everything I have.”
I wanted to possess it.
Take it.
My car skidded around the sharp turn I took, and I gunned it, flying down the road.
I glanced at her, and Aster stared back at me with giant, awestruck eyes.
Molten.
Lava that rushed, consuming every part of me in its path.
Energy pulsed.
A shockwave between us.
A coming storm that neither of us could avoid.
“Do you want it, Logan?” she asked, her voice a rough scrape that blistered over my skin as she reached out with her shaking hand and ran her fingertips down the edge of my face. “Do you want it?”
I gripped her hand and frantically pressed the back of it to my mouth. “I want it all, Aster. I never stopped.”
I whipped into the drive of my building, quick to push the button to lift the gate.
The afternoon light dimmed to shadows when I drove into the basement and swung into my spot.
Killing the engine, I turned to face her. I did my best to keep my cool when possession burned a hole through the center of my chest. I framed her face with my hands and tugged her so close our lips nearly touched.
“I’m not ever fucking letting you go. Do you understand, Aster? Do you understand what that means?”
It came out low and thin, close to a warning.
Because I knew we were at a crossroads.
That once we got out of this car, nothing was going to be the same.
“I understand,” she whispered.
The second she said it, I crushed my mouth to hers.
I kissed her like kissing her was a necessity.
Because it was.
My love for her a requisite.
Our tongues clashed, and our lips plucked and pulled in a bid of possession.
I kissed her until I was in pain.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Because loving someone this much?
It always fucking hurt.
TWENTY-NINE
ASTER
Logan was a controlled windstorm. Severity bunched and bound his being, the man wrung like a tight cord.
A crated squall that whipped with energy and dark, dark light.
Crackling and snapping where the barely contained gusts sparked.
He helped me out of the car, and he threaded his fingers through mine in a fierce hold as he led me to the elevator.
He said nothing as he punched in the code, though his touch said everything. I could feel the vibration of it. The compulsion that guided us to a better place.
The elevator sped toward the top floor, while our hearts panged and raced and our spirits thrashed in the confined space.
It felt as if it were lifting us to a new destiny. A destination that had once felt impossible.
But after today? After him?
I gulped as I looked at the rigid set of his jaw. This beautiful, beautiful man who’d changed it all.
One who’d given me a reason to look forward. One who reminded me I was brave. One who made me remember that I deserved a better life.
A life I wanted with him.
The elevator door swept open, and Logan tightened his hold as he led me to his door. He let us into the quivering silence that danced within his apartment. Afternoon light seeped through the windows, muted with the sky that was cast in dreary grays.
It held us in whispers of anticipation. In a need so severe it felt as if I were wading into a tortured paradise, where you’d either reach the stars or stumble into the pits of Hell.
Tension radiated with each step as Logan guided me across the room.
Malachite eyes melted to gold when he looked down at me. His tongue stroked over his plush bottom lip. “Little Star.”
Just one glance, and he twisted me into a needy mess.
Or maybe that’s what I’d been all along—a needy mess that only he could undo.
He pulled me into the duskiness of his bedroom. It was strewn in silvered hues and crystallized shadows. He shut and locked the door before he pressed me against the wall.
He planted both forearms on either side of my head, caging me in, consuming me with his presence.
His aura whipped and whirred, corruption and clove, talons that penetrated flesh and sank in to take hold.
Claws that would never let go.
I didn’t want them to.
I wanted him to violate every part of me.
Keep me.
Wreck me.
Take me.
“Say it.” His forehead dropped to mine, the action an achy plea. Harsh gusts of air wheezed from his lungs. “Say it.”
I felt his teeth clench with the command. His heart pitch. His spirit possess.
“Logan,” I whispered his name, overcome.
He angled back and hit me with the fierce strike of his eyes. “Say it, Aster. Say it and fucking mean it.”
It didn’t take much to understand what he meant.
What he needed.
And I knew it was my truth.
My spirit gave as my hands fisted the lapels of his jacket, and the words flooded from my mouth on my own plea. “I love you, Logan Lawson. I love you. I am yours. Today, tomorrow, and yesterday. Forever. I’m yours.”