Logan (Carolina Reapers 4)

A breathy sigh left my lips as he filled me entirely, some desperate relief coiling and uncoiling in my body now that he’d slid home.

“You. Are. Perfect,” I said, accentuating my words with slow, torturous rolls of my hips. I dug my fingers into his shoulders for leverage, rocking atop him as he clung to me.

“You’re mine,” he growled as I upped our pace.

A thrill shot through me at the realization, at the trust flowing between us, and I slanted my mouth over his, kissing him before saying, “Yes. All. Yours.”

He tightened his grip on my hips at my response, driving his hips upward as I sank atop him. A gasp tore through me at the heat of him, the feel of him, and he covered my moan with his mouth, drinking it, his tongue fucking my mouth in the same rhythm I rocked on top of him. The taste and feel of him filled me until I was a coiled spring ready to snap.

I moved on him, arched against his motions, desperate for more.

He broke our kiss, grinning at the way I moved harder and faster above him.

“You want more?” Logan asked, his voice pure male dominance as he tangled his fingers in my hair, arching my head back to expose my neck.

“Yes,” I panted, my skin practically vibrating with need.

“How much more?” he asked, his lips against the skin of my neck.

“All of it,” I said, moaning as his tongue flicked against my skin. “All of you, Logan.”

His head snapped up, eyes meeting mine, a pure, lust-driven haze.

And then he stood, lifting me, holding me to him without ever slipping from inside me, and braced my back against the nearest wall.

“Logan,” I gasped, eyes wide as we were now nose to nose, chest to chest, connected in every way imaginable. “I wanted to...God.” I couldn’t get the words out. The man made lightning dance across my skin as he thrust inside me, my hot skin jolting against the coolness of the wall.

“You’re everything,” he whispered against my skin. “You don’t need to prove it to me. I know how much I mean to you.”

I tugged at his hair, locking eyes with him as he slowed our pace. “You have no idea, Logan.”

He planted a soft, gentle kiss to my lips. As if he wasn’t fucking me against a wall, as if he had all the time in the world to work his lips over mine.

“I do,” he said. “But tell me anyway.” He smirked, and thrust upward.

Only to drive home again, and again and again.

I arched against his body, clenched my hips and tried my best to gain leverage, but I was utterly under his control. His to command. His to devour. And I fucking loved it. Loved the thrill that sizzled my blood. Loved the way he took control and care of me. Loved the way those dark eyes filled with such a primal claiming I nearly came from just the sight of it.

Loved every single thing the man did to my body.

Because it was his.

I was his.

And I’d never belonged to someone so completely as I did now.

“You. Are. Everything,” I said the words through clenched teeth. “Absolutely everything.” Breathless. I couldn’t form another coherent thought as he pounded into me, as he took and I gave and he gave and I took. As I clung to the muscles in his shoulders, my nails biting in enough to break the skin.

A claiming, pure and primal.

“Logan,” I gasped, gripping him. “God, Logan!” I shouted, unable to contain the build within my body. He kept driving in, over and over again, pushing me higher and higher, playing my body like a mastered instrument, plucking my strings until I was sure I’d break.

“Let go,” he said. “I’ve got you, Delaney.” He adjusted his arms underneath my ass, shifting until he’d gained an angle so deep I saw stars.

Those words, the care and respect and trust in them, sent me right over that brilliant edge.

Sent me shattering into a million pieces, my body aching and tightening and loosening all at the same time as I came for him.

His lips covered my own as he pistoned his hips, lengthening my orgasm until I wept from the pleasure of it, from the need of this man as he found his own release.

He spun us, dropping us onto his bed and sank atop me, our sweat slick bodies heaving as we caught our breath. I tangled my fingers in his hair, gripping him like I might float off the planet if I didn’t.

Because I could feel it there, in the center of my chest, in the depths of my soul.

I was in a free fall with no end in sight.

Logan had taken me there, to that precarious edge, and we’d jumped together.

But I didn’t know if he’d catch me at the end or let me drop, and that was the most terrifying feeling of all.