Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Logan.”
A soft hand brushed against his cheek. Logan moved his head to keep contact with it, fighting the darkness to breach the light. Soft murmurs, whispered against his ear, finally pulled him free of the nightmare until he opened his eyes to the early morning light. Eyes the color of jade watched him with concern while she stroked his face and cooed like a mother to a crying child. “It’s all right. You’re safe.”
Logan rolled the second his brain caught up with his surroundings and pinned Skylar beneath him, tightening his hold on her and reality. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms and legs around him and hold him back. The feel of her soft skin against his ignited a primal need to bury himself deep inside her. To feel her life pulsing around him so he’d know they were still alive.
“I need you,” he rasped in a rough voice against her ear. Logan had planned to wait to have her again, to allow her body to heal after taking her innocence, but the nightmare was lingering. He needed her to beat back the demons. “Need to feel your heat wrapped around me. But I don’t want to hurt you if you’re not ready.”
Skylar dropped her legs and opened for him like a flower, burying her face in his neck with a sigh. “I’m here. Whenever you need me, I’m here. You won’t hurt me.”
Logan tightened his arms around her and thanked God, not for the first time since meeting her, for the miracle that was Skylar James.
Lowering his body to hers, he took her mouth in a punishing kiss. He needed hard and fast, life affirming, sweaty sex that would blank his mind and hers of their ghosts. But he knew he needed to go slowly with her, no matter what she said.
Pulling back so he could look down at Skylar as he slid inside her, he noted her eyes had turned a deeper shade of green and the line of her mouth was fuller after taking her mouth. She looked like a vixen ready to eat him alive.
When she raised her hips—with glassy-eyed lust masking her face—and whispered, “Take me, Logan. Use me up,” he complied without hesitation.
Raising her leg to open her core wider, Logan slid inside her slowly, burying himself inch by inch between her tight walls until she was full of him. He moaned deeply when she contracted around him and arched her back in pleasure. His shirt had ridden up on her stomach, so he grabbed the hem and yanked it over her head, baring her breasts to him. Rose-colored nipples begged for his attention. He gladly succumbed to their bidding and laved each with equal attention.
Pulling out of her heat, Logan watched as each inch of him pushed back in. Her tiny body took him with little resistance this time, filling her to the point of pain he knew would burn into pleasure once she adjusted around him. He increased his tempo slowly the louder her cries of passion became, easing her inexperienced body into taking more. When she pulled his mouth down to hers and matched his tempo, driving her hips up to meet his with equal intensity, he knew she was ready.
Ripping his mouth from hers, Logan withdrew from her heat and flipped Skylar to her stomach, pulling her knees up until her ass was in the air. He bit each shapely cheek, squeezing both as he lined up with her core and drove in. Skylar cried out at the sudden intrusion, then reached for the headboard and looked back at him with hooded eyes full of need. The single look on her angelic face almost sent his seed spilling from his body.
Fueled by her acceptance, Logan’s hand landed smartly on her ass and he watched her gasp with excitement. His all-American girl, his fucking saving grace from the demons controlling him, liked it just as rough as he did. She owned his soul in that instant, and she had no clue.
Watching her eyes hood lower in reaction to his rough handling spurred Logan’s desire. Reaching down, he grabbed her ponytail and tugged until she rose to her knees so he could reach her lips. He wanted her cries of release in his mouth, wanted to taste her passion as she milked his cock dry.
“It’s building,” she panted on a whimper. “I need. Logan, I need.”
“Not ‘til I say so,” he growled in warning, reaching for her clit with a skilled finger.
When he rolled the nerves, she cried into his mouth, and her hips ground into his hand.
“I can’t hold out.”
“Not ‘til I say.”
“Please. I can’t.”
He could feel her tightening around him, but he needed to hear her acknowledge who she belonged to; whose cock was deep inside her. Would only ever be inside her if he had his way. He’d laid his claim to her the morning before, now he needed her to lay claim to him.