Logan lowered me onto the bed with a gentle yet commanding ease, his lips never straying far from mine. He hovered over me for a moment, his gaze locking onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and determination that made my breath hitch.
He sat back on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. His toned chest and shoulders caught my attention, his skin glistening faintly in the soft light of the room. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he worked on undoing his belt, the sound of the buckle echoing in the stillness around us.
“Your turn,” he said softly, his voice laced with heat as he reached for me. His fingers brushed the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air met my skin, and I suddenly became hyperaware of the fact that I hadn’t worn a bra.
Logan’s gaze darkened as he took in the sight of me, his eyes lingering on my bare chest. His hand moved slowly, almost reverently, trailing from my collarbone to the curve of my breast, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but before I could respond, his lips found mine again, this time slower, deeper, as if he was savoring every moment. The intensity between us built with each passing second, and the rest of the world fell away.
His hands found a way to my boobs as he was taking in all the softness of my boobs.
as his thumbs brushed over my sensitive peaks, sending a shiver through my body.
Logan’s touch was careful yet deliberate, as if he were memorizing every curve and reaction.
He kissed his way down my neck, his lips hot against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His breath tickled my collarbone as he whispered, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Instead of words, a soft gasp escaped my lips. My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling slightly against his muscles, grounding myself in the sensations coursing through me. Logan’s mouth moved lower, and I arched instinctively, my body responding to him without hesitation.
Every move he made felt purposeful, his lips and hands exploring like he wanted to map out every part of me. As his name fell from my lips in a breathless whisper, he paused, meeting my gaze with a smirk that was equal parts confident and affectionate.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice husky and raw.
Logan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as his hand slid lower, his touch igniting every nerve in its path. “You’re driving me f***ing insane,” he growled, his voice dark and unapologetic, the raw hunger in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
I gasped at the intensity of his words, my body reacting instinctively as his fingers traced the edge of my waistband, teasing but not yet giving in. “Logan…” I managed, my voice trembling, equal parts need and anticipation.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say the word, and I’ll ruin you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
The promise in his voice left no room for doubt-he was holding nothing back.
“Ruin me,” | whispered, my voice barely audible but filled with a need I couldn’t deny. The words had barely left my lips when Logan moved, swift and determined,
, as if l had just ignited something feral inside him.
He gripped the waistband of my trousers and pulled them off in one fluid motion, his intensity making it feel like we were in some unspoken competition. The fabric hit the floor, forgotten, as his gaze roamed over me, his eyes dark with desire.
“You have no idea what you’ve just started,” he said, his voice low and rough, like a promise and a warning all at once.
Before I could respond, Logan’s hands were on my thighs, spreading me apart with ease.
His lips followed, trailing down my stomach and making their way lower, leaving no part of me untouched by his heat. Every kiss, every touch, felt like he was claiming me, piece by piece, and I surrendered to him completely, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as he took control.
Logan’s movements grew hungrier, each touch and kiss more insistent, as if he were unraveling me one layer at a time. His hands tightened on my thighs, grounding me while his lips continued their descent, pressing against my skin with deliberate focus.
The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with heat and the sound of my shallow breaths mingling with the rasp of his. Every inch of me burned under his touch, my body arching instinctively toward him, desperate for more.
“You taste as good as I imagined,” Logan murmured against my skin, his voice low and gravelly. He said it like he had not tasted me before.
His mouth smooths slowly down to my clit, licking all my surface areas. Sometimes I did wonder if he went to a class just to learn this cause fuck, he was fucking good. He knew the right spot and how he does it felt so magical.
“Lo…..” I tried to moan but he places he hand on my mouth, covering it.
“Shushhhhhhhhhhh,” he shunned me as he continued licking my axis. His tongue moved around it like he was licking a lollipop, back and forth.
After a few minutes, he raised his head, his mouth covered with my coochie drips. “Are you okay?” he asked maliciously.
I nodded my head and begged him to continue but he suggested something else.
“Why don’t we take this to the next level,” he face dripping in a demonic smile.
“Next level?” I asked curiously wanting to know what he had in mind.
“BDSM level,” Logan blurtted