Chapter 7
-Hailey-
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He didn’t say a word. But in three strides he was on me, grabbing my wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head. His breath was ragged, his green eyes dark with need.
“You’re killin‘ me,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate.
“Tit for tat, I guess,” I shot back, squirming in his grip. “I was about to cum.”
His hand tightened around my wrists, and I felt the heat of his body pressing into mine. His eyes were wild, like he was on the edge of losing control, and it only made me want to push him further.
He froze for a split second.
Then his lips crashed down on mine, hot and desperate, stealing the breath from my lungs. I moaned into his mouth, arching my body against his, desperate to feel every inch of him.
His hand let go of my wrists, sliding down to grip my hip, and I wrapped my legs around him instinctively.
“You’re gonna regret this,” he muttered against my mouth, his voice strained. “We both will.”
I shook my head, tilting my chin up to deepen the kiss. “I won’t.”
His fingers dug into my skin, his body pressing mine into the bed like he wanted to fuse us together. I moaned into his mouth again, and he groaned in response, his hips grinding against mine. The heat between us was agonizing. Electric.
“Logan,” I breathed, my voice breaking.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his green eyes burning. His chest heaved, and I could feel his heart pounding against me.
He looked torn, like he was fighting with himself, but his body told a different story. There was no denying what he wanted.
“You sure?” he asked, his voice rough and desperate.
I nodded, my hands sliding down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath my fingers. “Yes.”
He cursed under his breath, his hands moving to the hem of the t–shirt and yanking it up over my head. His eyes raked over my body, and I felt my cheeks flush. But I didn’t look away. I reached for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down impatiently.
He kicked them off, and then he was on me again, his hands and mouth everywhere at once. I gasped as his lips trailed down the side of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue swirled around my nipple piercing. He groaned, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, spreading them wider.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He cursed again. His hand slid down between us, and I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside me, my hips arching into his touch. His fingers were rough, calloused, but they moved with a precision that had me trembling in seconds.
“Fu–uck,” I breathed, clutching at his shoulders.
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Chapter 7
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He didn’t respond, just kept his eyes locked on mine. His thumb found my clit as his fingers worked me closer and closer to the edge. I moaned, my head falling back against the pillows as the heat coiled tight in my stomach.
He leaned down, nibbled on my earlobe, then whispered, “Look at me, Hailey.”
I did.
“Cum for me,” he commanded, eyes burning into mine, and it sent me over.
I cried out, my fingers digging into the sheets as it crashed over me in waves.
He didn’t stop until I was gasping for air. Then his lips were on mine again, and I was moaning into his mouth.
His hips pressed into mine, and I could feel how much he wanted me. The hardness of his cock pressed against my thigh, and it sent a jolt of heat through me.
“Logan,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “Please…”
His hands slid down my body, over my hips, and then he was pulling my legs apart, settling between them. I felt the weight of him, the heat of him, and I thought I might combust.
He reached for the drawer in the nightstand, digging around. I started kissing his neck, licking, sucking.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I don’t have any rubbers in here. Let me go grab-”
“I do not give,” I said, reaching down between us and grabbing his cock before he could move, “a single flying fuck.” I felt it throb in my hand.
I guided him to my entrance, my eyes locked on his. “And I have an IUD. So if you’re not balls–deep in this pussy in five seconds, I’m gonna-”
He pushed into me, slow and deliberate, until he was buried to the hilt.
I whimpered, my nails digging into his hips as I adjusted to the size of him. He was big, so big, and it took everything in me not to cry out. But then he started to move, and all I could do was hold
- on.
“Fuuckkk,” he muttered, his voice breaking.
His hands gripped my hips, anchoring me to the bed, but I felt like I was floating. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. His green eyes were dark, almost black with need, and they locked onto mine like he was trying to burrow into my soul.
I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel.
His cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and every movement sent pleasure crashing through me. My nails dug into his back, desperate for something to hold onto, and he hissed, his hips jerking harder.
I was losing myself in him, the way he moved, the way he felt. His hands slid down to grip my thighs, pushing them up to my ears, and I cried out as he hit something deep inside me that sent fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.
He didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. If anything he moved faster, harder, his hips slamming into me with a rhythm that had me gasping for air. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing, and I could feel the heat coiling in my stomach again, ready to snap.
“Look at me,” he grunted. I did.
Chapter 7
“Cum on my cock.”
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The words sent me falling over the edge again, convulsing around him as the heat exploded through me. I cried out, loud. My back arched off the bed, and he groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he fucked me through it.
“Mmm… good girl,” he muttered, his hips stuttering.
He buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath hot against my skin, and we stayed like that, gasping for air, clinging to each other like we were drowning.
“Logan,” I whispered, finally catching my breath.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes soft now. “Don’t,” he muttered. “Don’t say it.”
I didn’t know what he thought I was going to say. I smacked his ass, then rolled out from under him. “What? I was just gonna ask you for a cigarette.” I smirked, rolling onto my side and propping my head up with my hand.
He stared at me like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or toss me out the window.
I reached out and traced a finger down the center of his chest, feeling it rise and fall.
“You’re a menace,” he muttered, his voice rough. He grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my finger from wandering any lower. “You know that?”
“That’s a new one for me, actually,” I said, grinning. “But I like it.”
He groaned, letting me go and running a hand through his hair. “You’re already the fuckin death of me.”
I laughed softly, curling up against him. His skin was warm, his heartbeat steady under my cheek. “You’re the one who wandered in here,” I teased. “Don’t blame me for your lack of self–control.”
He chuckled, a deep rumble that rolled through me. “Self–control went out the window the second I saw your hand on your pussy.”
“Oh, I know. My plan worked beautifully.” I tilted my head up to look at him. “So… how ‘bout that cigarette?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
