Chapter 43
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He pushed open the door to his apartment, pulling me inside with him.
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The moment the door shut behind us, he turned, his hands sliding to my hips as he backed me against the wall. His green eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, and I felt my breath catch.
“You’re thinkin‘ too much,” he murmured, his voice rough.
I swallowed, and my hands found their way to his chest. “I can’t help it,” I admitted. “What if I mess this up and-”
He cut me off with a kiss, hard and insistent, his lips claiming mine. I melted into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as the tension in my body slowly unraveled.
His hands moved up my sides, his touch firm but careful, like he was trying to hold me together without breaking me.
When he finally pulled back, he put his hands on the wall on either side of my head. I could see the storm still churning behind his eyes… but it seemed like the kiss had changed it.
All that anger turned into something else – something desperate.
“You’re not gonna mess it up,” he murmured. “Now… we got a couple hours to kill…”
He leaned in and nibbled the side of my neck again.
“You wanna spend ‘em worrying…” Another nibble.
“Or gettin‘ railed into the mattress?”
It felt like electricity jolting through me as his teeth grazed my skin, his heat pressing into me against the cold wall. My hands tightened on his shirt, pulling him closer like I could fuse us together and make the rest of the world disappear.
“Railed into the mattress,” I breathed, my voice trembling more than I wanted it to. “That’s how you’re gonna distract me?”
“Damn right,” he growled, his hands dropping from the wall to grip my thighs. He lifted me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips crashed into mine again, and I let myself get lost in the heat of him.
He carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. The room was dim, the blinds only allowing slivers of sunlight in. He lowered me to the bed, and then his hands were everywhere. Skimming my sides, sliding under my hoodie and pushing it up over my head.
I arched into him, my breath hitching as his tongue found my nipple. “Fuck,” I breathed, the word slipping out like a plea.
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“Have I mentioned,” he murmured against my skin. “I love that you hate bras?”
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I laughed, breathless and shaky as he continued his slow assault. His hands moved lower, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down. I lifted my hips to help him, kicking them off in a tangle of fabric.
His mouth trailed down my stomach, his beard scratching against my skin. I squirmed under him.
“Logan,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I need-”
He didn’t let me finish. He ripped my panties in half, and then his mouth was on my clit, hot and wet.
I arched off the bed with a cry. My hands clutched at the bedspread, my head falling back against the pillows as he worked me over with his tongue.
Every nerve in my body was on fire, every single thought obliterated except for him and what he was doing to
- me.
When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving. He crawled up my body, his lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss that didn’t match the hunger in his eyes.
“Better?” he whispered, his voice rough.
I nodded meekly, my words failing me. He kissed me again, slow and deep, and I tasted myself on his tongue.
I felt the remaining tension in my body melt away.
His hand slid between my legs, and I gasped into his mouth. He was relentless, his fingers and mouth working in perfect harmony until I was right on the edge.
I clung to him, my hands under his shirt, nails digging into his back as I fell apart.
When my soul came back to my body, he was looking down at me. His green eyes were dark with mischief.
“My turn,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
I nodded, my chest still heaving. He rolled off me, stripping out of his clothes and tossing them in a heap on the floor.
My heart pounded as he crawled back over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His body seemed to radiate tension and need.
He kissed me again, nudging my legs further apart, and I whimpered, arching into him. My hands slid over his back, feeling the ridges of muscles and scars.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled, rough and demanding.
I swallowed hard. “Tell me what *you* want,” I murmured, feeling bold.
He smirked, his eyes darkening. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”
The words sent a new wave of heat curling through my core, and I dug my nails into his skin. “Then make
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His hands gripped my hips, lifting me just enough to position himself. I gasped as he pushed into me, slow and deliberate, filling me completely. My head fell back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I adjusted to the stretch.
“Fuck, Ace,” he muttered, his voice strained.
I couldn’t respond, my breath caught in my throat as he started to move. His hips rolled against mine, each thrust driving me closer. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as he set a steady, punishing pace.
The room filled with the sound of our breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the creak of the bed frame. I buried my face in his neck, biting down to stifle my moans as he hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
He slowed his rhythm, pulling back a little.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense. He pushed my knees up to my ears and leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was almost gentle compared to the way he was fucking me.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, continuing his slow and steady thrusts. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
His movements started to pick up again. “Whose pussy is this?”
I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “You don’t know him,” I muttered.
He let out a sound that was half growl, half chuckle. Then in one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach. His hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as I squirmed beneath him. I felt him pressing against me, thick and hot, and my breath hitched.
“You got jokes, huh?” He muttered, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Yeah,” I breathed, my heart pounding in my ears. “When you say cringey shit like that.”
He pushed into me slowly, so slowly it was almost unbearable. I gripped the sheets, moaning as he filled me completely. When he was all the way in, he paused, then dragged himself all the way out just as slowly.
“Logan,” I whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more.
He growled, slamming back into me with a force that made me yell. He gripped my hips tight as he started to move. Each thrust was deep and delicious, driving me into the mattress.
My moans turned into cries as he hit that perfect spot over and over again, sending shockwaves through my body.
I slipped a hand under my stomach, pressing just below my belly button, and I could feel him through my abdomen, hammering against my walls.
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My hand slipped lower, my fingers finding my clit, and Logan groaned. “Mmm, good girl. Make yourself
cum.”
His words were the cherry on top of all the different sensations. My vision blurred as my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name, clawing at the sheets with my free hand as he drove into me.
He didn’t slow down. His thrusting got harder, faster, chasing his own release.
When he finally came, he buried himself deep inside me, his groan echoing through the room. He stayed there for a few seconds, his cock throbbing against my walls, his breathing ragged.
Then he pulled out slowly and collapsed beside me.
I turned onto my side, facing him, and he pulled me close. His chest rose and fell heavily, his skin was slick with sweat, and I traced the tattoos on his arm.
“You still worrying?” he asked, soft but teasing.
I smiled against his chest. “Not anymore.”
He kissed my forehead, holding me tighter. I could tell he’d needed it as much as I did.
“Good.”
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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.
