She took his hand, and her voice shifted to a plea. “I know. And that’s why I’m asking you to live for me, Logan. There is no point in any of this if you’re dead. We have to be careful. We have to be smart about it.”
“I want to end him.” Logan gave voice to the violent impulse that still boiled in his blood.
“No, Logan, we have to do this together, or neither of us will ever be free.”
Logan exhaled a long, heavy breath, and he let his forehead drop to hers. “Is that what we’re doing, Aster? Setting ourselves free?”
She ran her fingertips over a swollen spot on his jaw. “Yes, together.”
“Whatever it takes.” He murmured that as he held her gaze.
The air shifted as the last of the daylight drained away. Darkness wisped over the heavens to take its place.
“Yes,” Aster whispered. Her lips were an inch from his, their noses touching, their spirits joined.
Logan’s hands slipped around both sides of her neck, and he exhaled his greatest confession near her mouth. “I love you, Aster Rose. I love you so much.”
He’d never said it before.
She gasped before her fingers curled in his shirt. “I thought I’d never get to experience it, Logan. The kind of love that makes you feel as if you’re soaring. As if you’re flying. But I do…I feel that love for you.”
Logan gave on a groan, and he jerked her toward him and kissed her like he’d never kissed her before.
Desperately.
Madly.
Wholly.
His hand spread over the back of her head while his other took her by the hip and dragged her close. So close he could feel her soft curves pressed against the straining muscles of his body.
The kiss was hungry and impatient.
As impatient as her hands that worked under his shirt and the words that whispered from her lips. “Please, Logan. Please.”
“What do you need, Little Star?”
“You. I need you. All of you. I need you with me. I need you standing beside me. I need you inside of me.”
Logan moaned as they toppled to the soft ground. Their kiss grew more frantic as Logan wound himself between her legs.
Aster’s hips rose to meet with him, rubbing, begging, her breaths shallow and her heart pounding so hard that he could feel it like a plea against his chest.
His hands rushed to feel her everywhere, her face, her breasts, riding up the outside of her bare leg and pushing up the skirt of her dress. In a frenzy, her hands fumbled with the button of his pants as he pulled her underwear aside.
She freed him, and they both were gasping for air when she had him poised at her center, the head of his cock pressed to the hot, needy flesh between her thighs.
He looked down at the girl who stared up at him. His lungs were close to failing.
“Are you sure?” he managed on a ragged breath.
She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and lifted her face so their noses touched. “Take me.”
He pushed into her, swift and deep.
She cried out as her body bowed from the damp earth. He covered it with a kiss, and Aster dug her blunted nails into his back, held onto him tight as she whimpered, “Take it all.”
Maybe he should have been gentle, but he moved in frantic, urgent strokes, driving into her while she fought to meet him thrust for thrust.