Toppled stones. A house of ruin.
Logan flipped me onto my back.
I gasped when he shoved his underwear down and freed himself.
He fisted his shaft and ran his hand up his long, thick length.
My entire body arched from the bed. “Please.”
He dropped down closer, and he rested on one forearm while he continued to stroke himself with the other. His mouth was at my ear. “I’ve wanted to hear you beg for so long.”
“Is that what you want? To punish me?” I asked him the same thing I’d asked last night.
Because this was torture.
“No, Aster. I want to touch you. Please you. Make you feel the way only I can. I want to worship this body the way it deserves to be worshipped. Take you hard and soft and every way in between. Give you the pleasure only I can give.” He gritted the words between clenched teeth.
“I’m going to send you to the stars, and then I’m going to keep you there because when I finally have you, I’m going to make you come again and again. And you’ll beg me, Aster, I promise you, you’ll beg me…but I will be more than happy to oblige. But not until you know. Until you understand. You are mine, Aster. Mine.”
A needy whine rolled from my tongue.
Logan pulled the crotch of my underwear aside and pressed himself against my center.
I cried out at the tiniest flare of relief.
At the heated, hard, velvety flesh of his dick where he rubbed himself through my lips.
It was pure sensation overload.
I was slick and wet, and he slipped through me like a perfect, miraculous tease.
Friction and torture.
Friction and torture.
Because I wanted all of him. To let go.
The tip of his head was engorged, fat and throbbing, driving me mad where it hit me each time he rubbed it over my clit.
I met him, rocking and grasping and pitching in a bid to get closer.
“Logan.” My nails scraped down his bare back. Pleasure raced and gathered. Tingles that swelled and spread.
Rising.
Lifting.
Taunting.
Ragged grunts tore up his throat, and he dropped his forehead against mine as his hips snapped in a frenzied play of pleasure.
Rutting and jerking.
Giving in his restraint.
“Aster, what you do to me. Do you understand? Do you have any idea what you mean?”
His thrusts became rigid, faster and harder.