Torn from You (Tear Asunder 1) - Page 25

“Emily.” His hand caressed my cheek, and when I looked at him I saw his features ease. I smiled. It had been over a week since I’d smiled, and it felt as if I’d been set free for that single moment. This was always how I imagined it would be like between us always.

I lowered my eyes to his cock again, and then my mouth followed.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I licked the tip and tasted a sweet saltiness that lingered on my tongue. Slowly, I took him in further and further until I couldn’t anymore. My hand caressed his balls the same time as I sucked, soft then harder and harder, moving up and down, his cock pulsating in my mouth with each stroke.

“Jesus, Eme.” His fingers curled in my hair, and he urged me faster.

He was arching off the bed to meet me, and a few times he pushed too far, and I gagged, and he immediately pulled back.

I teased him with my tongue, my lips, and then I gripped the base of him tight until he was swearing and groaning. Suddenly I was being pulled up on top of him, my face inches away from his.

“Are you going to fuck me now? Because I’m not lasting much longer.”

“Yes.”

“Then put me inside you.”

I felt his cock between my legs throbbing, and I lifted up, took hold of it then slid it up and down my entrance, my wetness clinging to the tip of it.

“Now.”

I let his cock go, and his breath hitched as his eyes widened with surprise. Then he frowned, and he got that scary look. For a second I let the fear in, and then I licked my lips, sat up straight, and put my head back, closing my eyes.

“Play with your nipples.”

My eyes flew open and a tweak hit my belly at his words. I slowly slid my hands up my body to my breasts. When I started playing with my nipples the desire in his eyes intensified.

“Oh fuck.” His entire body stiffened beneath me, and I didn’t have to look at him to know what I was doing to him. And damn, it felt good. I still liked when he took control, but being where we were, and after giving all my control over to him, and knowing what this place stood for … Well, having him succumb to me made me feel strong again.

I pinched my nipples hard and then reached down, grabbing his hands and putting them over top of my breasts. “Touch me, Logan. I need you to touch me.”

And he did. There were no more games as both of us lost ourselves to the desire. Panting with the need for possession. He sat up, taking me with him, then his head lowered and he suckled my nipples, rolling his tongue over the tender surface.

“Now, Emily.”

I wanted to tell him to wait, but the truth was I couldn’t. I put my hand between us, took his cock, and guided it inside me. I threw back my head, and he groaned as I pushed him deep, and he fell back against the mattress.

I started moving, and he reached between my legs and circled my clit sending my body into a whirlwind of aching yearning that was climbing higher and higher with each stroke.

“Logan.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed harder and faster, my limbs shaking and stiffening.

“Fuck. Now.”

“Wait.” I demanded, and his fingers lost rhythm on my clit for a second at my words.

He made a low growling sound in the back of his throat, and then his hips were pushing up, matching mine as he drove inside of me.

I yelled, “Now!”

Logan threw me over onto my back in one motion and then thrust into me several more times—hard. Relentless.

I came hard. Long. And I screamed as I did it.

He was completely still, the veins in his neck throbbing, his cock jerking inside me as he finished coming.

When our eyes met we both knew that tonight was something more than either of us had expected. It was cathartic and powerful. Logan had given me control in a place where I had none. He’d given me the option to say no. He’d given me my dignity back.

He leaned down, and then he was kissing me soft and gentle; it was beautiful, and it was a kiss that had me sighing as he roamed over my mouth lazily.

Logan slipped out of me then went to the washroom where I heard the tap running. When he came back to bed, he instantly pulled me into his side then kissed the top of my head.

He never said anything, and neither did I. We’d always been good with quiet moments, as if we both knew words would only ruin the beauty in the silence.

It was only when I was drifting off when I thought I heard him say, “Dream sweet, Emily.”

Day 10

“You interrupted me.” His voice was steady and clear. “You spoke without being asked.” His voice rose. “And you fuckin’ called me Logan.” He was pacing back and forth across the room. “Fuck.”

I’d been kneeling beside the table in the main dining room. Dave had been there as had Raul. They chatted about the upcoming fight while I knelt for an hour on cold stone tiles beside Logan’s chair and was fed from his fingers.

I had to go pee, and I’d made the mistake of calling him Logan. I’d never seen him so angry. His entire body went from relaxed and casual to rigid and dangerous within seconds.

Raul and Dave were silent as Logan turned to look down at me like I was some dog that just bit his ankle. His eyes … God, they’d been intense, and yes, I was scared because of what I’d done. But it was a mistake, Logan had to have seen that.

He’d shoved back his chair so violently that it fell over backward, then he grabbed me by the arm, and before I could even gain my footing he was dragging me out of the dining room.

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