My heart skips a beat at his words. Could it be possible? I push the thought aside, not wanting to get my hopes up.
Then, I face him, looking into his eyes, thinking about the possibility. The last time I had sex was with him, and it was our first and only encounter – two months ago. I’ve had my period since then, so there’s no way I could be pregnant. I shake my head in denial.
“Logan, I am not pregnant,” I say, knowing that our contract includes a clause about me providing him with an heir.
But before I can finish my statement, he places his finger on my lips, silencing me. He doesn’t want me to continue speaking.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I see a spark that suggests he wants this to be true. But I know it’s impossible… or is it?
He looks at me with both tenderness and intensity, his eyes searching mine for something. I feel my heart racing, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be true? Could I be carrying his child?
“Logan, I…” I start to speak, but he silences me again, his finger still pressed against my lips.
“Don’t say anything, Nadine,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “I believe you, Nadine. Please stop talking about the contract.”
I look at him, confused. “Isn’t that why you saved me? Because you know I don’t have anywhere to go after everything that happened?”
He looks down, his face filled with hurt. I wonder if I’ve said something wrong. “Did I say something bad?” I ask him in confusion.
“You should sleep, Nadine,” he says, gently resting me back on the bed. He holds on tight to me as if he’s afraid to lose me. With a contented smile, I drift off to sleep, knowing that Logan is with me.
To be honest, I haven’t slept well in a while. But tonight, my sleep is heavenly. It’s a beauty sleep like no other.
The next day, the sun shines into my room as I feel an arm wrap around me. Something pokes me from behind, and I roll my eyes, knowing it’s Logan. I turn around to face him.
I am starstruck, seeing his beautiful face first thing in the morning. My face flushes as he smiles and whispers, “Good morning, babe.” He draws me closer, his erection pressing against me.
“Can you feel how your thoughts have consumed me, making me hard?” he says seductively.
It’s funny how Logan and I can have conversations like this. We’ve been together for some time, and every conversation feels seamless as if we have been friends and married for a long time.
“Oh please, it’s normal for every male species to have an erection in the morning,” I say nonchalantly, trying to hide how much he affects me.
He draws me closer again, still poking me. “This erection is for you, babe. I have wanted you right from the day I set my eyes on you.”
I look at him, stunned as if he’s saying something extraordinary. I hurriedly moved away from him, trying to put two and two together.
“When was the first time you saw me, Logan?” I ask because what he said gives me the impression that it was before the wedding day.
“On your wedding day with Jake,” he replies, saying “Jake” with gritted teeth.
I look at him, wondering if there is any truth in what he says. But I notice that he guards his emotions, and something just doesn’t sit right.
“Okay,” I say, getting up from bed and making my way to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and notice I’m all red from blushing so hard. I splash some water on my face, take out my brush, and do my hair.
I’m itching for a bath, so I struggle to bring down the zip. Then I hear a deep voice: “Let me help you with that.” I’m startled, and my heart skips a beat. I thought I was alone!
“What are you doing here, Logan?” I ask him, wondering how I haven’t heard him enter. “And how long have you been here?”
But Logan ignores my questions. “Come here,” he motions to me. I make my way to him, and he turns me around so my back is to his front. He helps me bring down the zip, and when I feel his fingers on my skin, I guess I lose it.
His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I feel my heart racing. I try to compose myself, but it’s hard when he’s so close. He slowly unzipped my dress, his fingers grazing my skin.
“Logan, what are you doing?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m helping you,” he replies, his voice low and husky and I could tell that it was dark with lust.
He senses that I want him as much as he wants me, so he doesn’t waste time. He turns me around and captures my mouth in a kiss. This time, it is rough and hungry. I kiss him back, matching his intensity, but of course, I am no match for his strength. He moves his hands, roaming around my body and pulling down my gown. My breasts perk out as he takes one in his hand and moves his mouth to the other, grazing it with his teeth.
“Fuck, Logan,” I mutter as he continues to suck, sending tingles down my spine in an inexplicable way. Logan will be the death of me.
My hand makes its way to his sweatpants, dragging them down. His dick bounces, ready for me. I play around the tip, noticing how he groans loudly, all the while his teeth still grazing my nipple.
I don’t know where I get the nerve from, but I move down, holding his dick in my hand. I use my tongue to play around the tip, and I notice he grips my hair tightly as he lets out an incoherent word.
“Fuck, Nadine, this is divine.”
His words send a thrill through me, and I continue to tease him with my tongue, savoring the salty taste of his skin. I feel his grip tighten on my hair, his groans growing louder and more desperate. The power I hold over him at this moment excites me, driving me to take him deeper into my mouth.
“God, Nadine,” he moans, his voice raw with pleasure.
I play with his cap for some time, teasing him, while my hand rests on his balls. Then, I take his penis in my mouth. I start from the tip and gradually take it in until I have his whole cock inside my mouth, sucking it. He can’t help but pump into my mouth, his cock reaching my throat. My eyes water, and I know I might end up with a sore throat by the end of this, but right now, I don’t give a fuck.
His groaning is so loud that I pray no one hears us. I pleasure him for a long time, and then I notice his body clenching. He pours his seed into me, and I gladly take all of it.
He helps me up and smashes his lips on mine. The taste of his cum mixed with the taste of his mouth leaves me lost in the kiss. But what he does next surprises me.