I exhaled a shaky breath as he kissed a path down the length of my exposed spine until he was kneeling behind me.
He bunched the silky material of my dress around my waist.
Cool air caressed my bottom, at odds with the heat that throbbed between my thighs.
I sucked for air.
Lust hissed from his mouth. “Fucking gorgeous. Your ass, Aster. Perfection.”
He splayed a palm over my cheek, then he angled down to kiss along the strip of the lace between my crease.
I jolted forward, nearly buckling in two, and I grabbed onto the sides of the mirror for support.
Logan grunted when I did.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
He spread my cheeks then pulled the fabric aside so he could let his tongue take its place.
He licked me from my clit to ass.
Desire bloomed, tendrils that spread to embed in every cell.
“Logan.”
His tongue rimmed my asshole as he drove two fingers deep inside me.
Pinpricks of pleasure lit.
I pressed back, needing more.
“More.”
“You’re about to have all of me.”
Intensity bounded through the room, and I swore, I felt the walls enclose to box us in.
A dark sanctuary where it was only me and Logan.
As if we were back beneath those hidden stars.
This love that had been twisted and disfigured but had never broken.
It unfurled then.
Complete and whole.
Logan rose to standing, and he undid his pants. Stony eyes searched my face through the reflection as he pushed his fingers between my thighs and rubbed my center. “Say it.”
I gasped and whined and angled forward in a plea for more.
“I’m yours.”
The second I said it, he grabbed me by the waist and drove into me in one possessive thrust.
So deep it drove a deep sob from my mouth.
“Do you feel that, Little Star?” he grunted.