Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 107508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
My body lurched with desire, and I stopped breathing as I stared at him watching me. This man controlled everything about me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Part your legs.”
I did.
“Wider.”
I did, my chest rising and falling as my eyes never left his. He moved in, then his hand cupped me, and I moaned at the touch.
“Shh, Emily. No sounds.”
“Logan.” It was me still begging. His hand moved away, and I cried out grabbing for his hand to put it back. But he stopped me with one look, and my hands dropped to my sides, and I knew exactly what he was doing to me. He’d make me wait. He’d fill my body with such need that I’d do anything for him so he’d end my blissful torture.
“No touching.” The orders were familiar, but this time I knew the intent of the man who said them. Logan loved me, and damn it, he knew this is what I needed. He’d known all along, and he was showing me that no matter what he’d done to me for those two weeks, I desired this. I wanted this and still did.
He never forced me. He gave me what I wanted, yet I tried to deny.
I nearly broke when his fingers glided down between my breasts to my bellybutton then lower until he was slipping back and forth through my folds. My eyes closed, legs shook, and I held my breath as he tortured me. The pads of his two fingers scissored on either side of my clit, just touching then backing off again. I was about to break when his fingers drove inside me, and my head fell back hard against the tiled wall. When I moaned, he withdrew, and I nearly screamed at him, but knew that I got nothing doing that, so I looked at him and swallowed, waiting.
“Good girl.” He smiled, and his fingers circled my clit, slow and soft until I was panting, the urgency building in me so intense. I was desperate to come.
But Logan didn’t let me as he pulled back and bent his head to suckle my nipples, first one and then the other. His hands gripped my hips while he relentlessly pulled on the sensitive nipple with his teeth until he saw my body tense and arch against him in pain. Then he let go and circled the sensitive nub with his tongue.
“Turn around.”
The moment I had my cheek up against the tiles, he took my hands and placed them above my head spread eagle. His hands curled around my wrists and locked them there.
I pushed back into him and felt his cock twitch as it touched my ass. He groaned, and his mouth delved into the crook of my neck. “I need my cock inside you. I need to fuck you so hard I’m afraid I’ll break you.”
In response, I wiggled against him, and he let go of my wrist to slide down my chest to between my legs where he began his assault, bringing me so close yet stopping again and again until I almost cried.
“Logan. Now. Please. Please.”
“Bend over.” He took a step back so I could.
He groaned, and then his fingers wove into my hair and pulled back so he could reach my mouth. His kiss was fierce as he pushed inside me so deep it was almost painful. He filled me, the swell of him stretching my insides as he began to move in and out. His arm locked around my waist, my hands pressed up against the wall, his mouth at my ear, hearing his rough, harsh breathing as he went faster.
“Baby.” He drove harder, and I pushed back against him. “I can’t ... I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He pushed again and again, pumping into me, water pounding onto our backs and shoulders. The water may be running cold by now, but I didn’t care, because I couldn’t feel it. All I could feel were Logan’s teeth biting my shoulder and mine biting my lip.
When his hand came between my legs and touched my clit, I screamed and went over the edge, long jolts ricocheting through me as he relentlessly pounded until his entire body tightened, and he shoved hard one last time.
Twitches flickered through my body as he leaned into me, hands covering mine against the wet tiles. His fingers curled until our fingers were knit together then I felt the jerk of his cock before he pulled out.
“Jesus,” Logan whispered close to my ear. He brought our arms down then locked his around me. He kissed the side of my neck. “I’d have never fucked you if you didn’t want it. Never. When we were together ... Eme, that was just me and you. No one else. I was scared there too, and I needed you.” He stepped out of the shower and snagged a towel. “Come here.”
I turned off the taps and came to him. He dried my body, slow and gentle, taking his time. It was erotic the way his hands ran over my skin in a rhythmic stroke with the softness of the towel.
“You good?”
I nodded. I’d just been given an orgasm to kill all orgasms. Yeah, I was good.
He nodded once then grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.
I stood staring at myself in the mirror, my skin pink from the water and Logan’s hands. I could see his teeth marks in my left shoulder and another red mark further up, below my ear. I ran my finger across it then down to my shoulder where he left his mark on me, and then I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. I still felt him all over me, inside of me like he was swimming through my veins.
I loved him. This man that had broken me, and at the same time saved me. We were both broken in a way. I realized that he was more than me. We were unable to be repaired. But maybe that was why we were so good together.