Music in the Night (Logan 4)

but my body was tingling and the voices of restraint

were dying under the rush of desire. I threw all

caution aside and made the eventful step forward.

Suddenly Robert's hands were on my hips and his lips

were pressed to mine, our bodies touching.

Everywhere. And yet, we still couldn't get enough of

each other. Our legs had to rub against each other, our

stomachs, chests. Our hands had to stroke all over until we were clinging to each other like two people

holding on for dear life.

Before we knew it, we were in bed, our heads

comfortably resting against the fluffy pillows, our

bodies entwined under the cool sheets.

"Don't worry," Robert whispered. "I'm

prepared."

I closed my eyes and drifted, my head spinning

as I waited. Moments later, I felt his lips on my

stomach. He worked his way up, between my breasts,

over them and then to my mouth as he moved

gracefully between my legs.

"Robert," I said weakly, almost too weakly for

him to hear.

"This really is our honeymoon," he said before

we joined.

I moaned, I-cried, I grasped his hair so hard I

was sure he was in pain, but he didn't resist or

complain. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and

when he felt them, he kissed them away. When it was

over, we lay there, still entwined, both of us breathing

hard.

Then I gazed down and saw the blood on the