Page 45 of Bound By Thorns
His eyes darkened, and his hands shot up, gripping my shoulders with a force that made me wince.
“Jealousy,” he roared, the word slicing through the tense air of the gym like a blade.
“Fucking jealousy,” he whispered again.
I never would have guessed he’d say that. I was stunned to silence and yet he continued, “You sewedmeup, yet you went back and fuckedhim.”
His breathing was ragged, and his head dropped on mine, seeking a proximity that seemed to ground him. He pulled back slightly, locking his gaze with mine, those intense blue eyes searching for an answer.
“Iamjealous. I still can’t picture you with him. Yet you kissed me a few days ago. Why?”
The demand in his voice made me flinch. I didn’t exactly know why I’d kissed him. And when I stayed silent, he answered for me.
“First and last, you said,” he murmured, his breath mingling with mine in the charged space between us. “Thisis the first and last.”
Before I could process his words, before I could even catch my breath, his lips came crashing down on mine. The kiss was fierce, loaded with desperation, jealousy, and unspoken feelings. I found myself yielding, drawn into the depth of his need. My body instinctively leaned into his, my arms wrapping around him as his kiss deepened. His tongue explored mine with an urgency that spoke of both longing and conflict. His grip was firm, pulling me closer still, as if trying to merge us into one. This kiss—it was wrong in so many ways, yet it felt terrifyingly right. It felt forbidden, yet cosmically fated.
As we caught our breath, Logan stared at me, his expression one of bewilderment as if he’d ventured into uncharted territory. “You’re chaos, Kaylan,” he breathed out. “Chaos.”
He leaned in as if to capture my lips again, but I instinctively tensed, pausing his advance just inches from contact.
“Do you want this, Kaylan?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
The question struck me as odd, a stark contrast to the lack of choice I’d faced for so long.
I nodded shakily.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He clarified, his tone gentle, “Fuck him out of your system?”
I nodded again, firmly this time.
“Say it, Chaos. Say the words.”
“Yes,” I whispered, “Fuck me, Logan.”
With a swift motion, he lifted me in his arms, carrying me towards his room.
All the while my brain struggled to catch up with the concept of consent. I wanted this. I really, really needed this, especially from him.
Grateful for the two painkillers I had taken an hour ago to workout, I was feeling more like myself. The lingering feeling in my abdomen, I figured, was now from the heat pooling between my legs, and not the pain.
Logan
I gently laid her down on my bed, acutely aware of her recent injuries. Her eyes, filled with a complex mix of trust and something else, locked onto mine. When I had asked her to speak her consent aloud, a fleeting shadow had crossed her features.
The implication of that look haunted me briefly, stirring a chill of doubt about what it might mean. But I pushed the thought aside as I positioned myself above her. My frame fully consumed her form.
I kissed her gently this time, taking my sweet time exploring her mouth, our tongues doing that forbidden dance yet again. I had missed it, even though I had kissed her mere minutes ago.
My lips grazed her jaw and traced the path to her neck as she gasped softly at the contact. My fingers hooked at the bottom seam of her sports bra and pushed it up, spilling her gorgeous creamy breasts out. I cupped one and started ravishing the other, flicking the peak with my tongue.
She moaned sweetly and I felt my cock pressing against my boxers. To even the stakes, I removed my t-shirt with one hand and she whimpered beneath me when my mouth left her breasts.
I smirked at her. “Patience, Chaos.”
Grabbing the breasts again with my mouth, I drew my hand down her stomach, lazily stroking her body until I reached the band of her shorts. With one move, I removed both her shorts and panties, baring her for myself.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Kaylan,” I said as I left kisses down her stomach. She was so beautiful, soft, and… vulnerable.
