When I reach her breasts, I take my time. My mouth wraps around one taut peak, and she gasps, her fingers knotting in my hair.
Each moan she provides fuels my need to explore her further. “You like that?” I murmur against her, feeling her body arch into me.
“Yes, so much,” she gasps.
I lock eyes with her, my desire burning through me. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
With a satisfied grin, I continue to worship her, drawing nearer to the edge of losing myself completely.
I know that in this moment, the walls I’ve built around my heart are nothing compared to the warmth Sloane offers. I want her to feel cherished, to feel how deeply I crave her.
I trailed kisses down her body, the last of my emotional burdens lifting away with each touch, until I reach between her thighs. The sight of her desire drives me wild as I tease her slowly, relishing her reactions.
“Please, Logan,” she urges, her voice a heady mix of desperation and need. I can feel how much she craves this, and it stirs a primal instinct deep in me. “I need more.”
Smirking just enough to make her want to protest, I respond, “Whatever you need, I’ll give you.”
As I pleasure her, I exist only in this moment, only in her warmth and delight. The guilt that has haunted me for years fades into a distant memory, as if it never truly belonged to me at all.
“Logan, I—” Sloane gasps, her breath catching in her throat as she nears the edge once more.
“Let go for me,” I coax, my fingers working in tandem with my mouth, the pleasure radiating from her making me feel powerful, reviving a part of me that had grown dormant for far too long.
When she finally shatters beneath me, I can see the way her body convulses in pure ecstasy.
I follow close behind, meeting her on that precipice, relinquishing whatever last remnants of burdens still cling to my heart. In this intimate moment, everything else fades away, leaving only us.
With a desperate need to connect even deeper, I move back up her body, capturing her mouth once again. “I need to be inside you,” I rasp, my voice raw with desire.
Her eyes widen and she nods, her breathless response igniting the last flickering flames of my desire.
I reach for the nightstand, my movements frantic with anticipation as I pull out a condom.
The instinct to protect and provide blends seamlessly with the desire to be this close to her, and before long, I’m settled between her thighs, gazing down at her with a sense of gratitude.
As I enter her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, I marvel at how right this feels.
The intimacy envelops us like a warm blanket, the weight of my past finally lifting completely. “You feel so damn good,” I whisper, feeling her tighten in response.
Each thrust we share pulls us deeper into this space where nothing else exists. “You’re amazing,” I tell her, needing her to know how I see her.
“More, Logan,” she cries, urging me on, her nails digging into my skin as I respond with a primal fervor.
"No. I'll give it to you slow, deep, and unforgettable," I whisper, and the fire in her eyes matches the heat building in my chest.
I slow down, savoring the sensation of our bodies moving together. I tease her clitoris, drawing out a gasp from deep within her.
Her moans drive me wild. It's my favorite sound, starting today.
Her wetness is intoxicating, and I deliberately lick her arousal off my finger, tasting her desire.
I penetrate her deeply, pausing at the hilt, and repeat. Each time, Sloane arches her back, her body responding to mine with an intensity that makes my length ache even more.
I continue to tease her, drawing out her pleasure until she's writhing beneath me, her body begging for release.
When I finally let go, it's with a force that shakes us both to the core. Sloane cries out, her body convulsing around me as she finds her release.
I follow her over the edge, my own climax ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
