He was pressed so tightly against me that the movement had me rubbing against his massive erection that strained the fabric of his pants.
Lightheadedness swept the fears from my mind, and a dreamy daze took me over.
A bluster of desire so intense I wanted to weep.
I’d almost forgotten. I’d almost forgotten.
I sagged in his hold.
Surrendering.
“Fuck,” Logan grunted, then I was off my feet again. He whipped me around and pulled me into a dark room. He shut the door and pinned me to the wall beside it.
The party echoed from the other room. It felt as if we’d been elevated. Lifted above reality. Above circumstance. To the place where only Logan and I existed.
The barest light seeped through a window, only enough to illuminate the carved lines of his immaculate face.
In the wisps of shadows, he looked like a demon, an avenger, my sweet destination.
His hand spread farther out over my cheek, and he tightened his hold on my jaw. Malachite eyes flashed in the bare rays of light.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours.” There was no hesitation. No holding it back. The confession was out without thought of consequence.
The second I said it, Logan dove in. His hands were on both sides of my face when his mouth covered mine.
His lips were soft but the kiss was rough.
Heat flashed, racing my flesh, dumping into my stomach to boil in my belly.
A whimper broke free, and he kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking into my mouth in a bid of possession.
It wasn’t sweet.
It was a plundering.
A claiming.
A raid.
A vengeful man who wouldn’t stop seeking retribution until everything that had been stolen was returned to him.
I kissed him back.
Frantically.
Desperately.
My hands in his hair. On his face. Digging into his shirt.
I wanted to touch him everywhere.
He groaned when I made it under the fabric, and I raked my nails down his chest.
He kissed me harder for a second before he slowed, his lips plucking over mine in a gentle push and pull.
Logan whispered over the swollen, lust-bitten flesh. “Do you remember me, Aster? Do you remember me?”