The second she said it, I crushed my mouth to hers.
I kissed her like kissing her was a necessity.
Because it was.
My love for her a requisite.
Our tongues clashed, and our lips plucked and pulled in a bid of possession.
I kissed her until I was in pain.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Because loving someone this much?
It always fucking hurt.
TWENTY-NINE
ASTER
Logan was a controlled windstorm.Severity bunched and bound his being, the man wrung like a tight cord.
A crated squall that whipped with energy and dark, dark light.
Crackling and snapping where the barely contained gusts sparked.
He helped me out of the car, and he threaded his fingers through mine in a fierce hold as he led me to the elevator.
He said nothing as he punched in the code, though his touch said everything. I could feel the vibration of it. The compulsion that guided us to a better place.
The elevator sped toward the top floor, while our hearts panged and raced and our spirits thrashed in the confined space.
It felt as if it were lifting us to a new destiny. A destination that had once felt impossible.
But after today? After him?
I gulped as I looked at the rigid set of his jaw. This beautiful, beautiful man who’d changed it all.
One who’d given me a reason to look forward. One who reminded me I was brave. One who made me remember that I deserved a better life.
A life I wanted with him.
The elevator door swept open, and Logan tightened his hold as he led me to his door. He let us into the quivering silence that danced within his apartment. Afternoon light seeped through the windows, muted with the sky that was cast in dreary grays.
It held us in whispers of anticipation. In a need so severe it felt as if I were wading into a tortured paradise, where you’d either reach the stars or stumble into the pits of Hell.
Tension radiated with each step as Logan guided me across the room.
Malachite eyes melted to gold when he looked down at me. His tongue stroked over his plush bottom lip. “Little Star.”
Just one glance, and he twisted me into a needy mess.
Or maybe that’s what I’d been all along—a needy mess that only he could undo.