Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“It’s not a gift, Logan, it’s a burden.”
He edged back to gaze down at me. “No, Little Star. Don’t you get it? You are worth fighting for.”
My heart banged.
The energy crackled.
The people around us began to blur as Logan and I sank into each other.
The world faded, and the only thing I was aware of was the thunder of his heart and the erratic pound of mine. The feel of our bodies pressed tightly together.
His lips gently brushed my cheek, hit the edge of my eye, and ran up to my temple.
My fingers curled into his shirt.
“Aster.”
It was a call.
A claim.
We’d drifted, slowly moving across the room. The sounds of the party quieted the barest fraction, the same as the lights.
I almost had to blink to orient myself to the fact that Logan had pulled me into a hall that ran off to the far side of the living room.
I hadn’t even noticed he’d lifted me off my feet until I realized my toes were barely grazing the floor where he had pulled me into the darkness.
It was in the darkness where my love for him endured.
Words I would never say.
But the truth of it screamed through my veins.
He pressed my weight to the wall.
His big body towered, eclipsing reason, sight and judgement and prudent thought.
There, it was only the feel of his hands that slipped down my arms and the harsh pants that jutted from his lungs.
“You’re going to ruin me.” Logan raked it like a curse, and he suddenly pinned my arms above my head.
I didn’t care.
I just felt.
Whimpering, my hips bucked toward him.
He was pressed so tightly against me that the movement had me rubbing against his massive erection that strained the fabric of his pants.
Lightheadedness swept the fears from my mind, and a dreamy daze took me over.
A bluster of desire so intense I wanted to weep.
I’d almost forgotten. I’d almost forgotten.
I sagged in his hold.
Surrendering.
“Fuck,” Logan grunted, then I was off my feet again. He whipped me around and pulled me into a dark room. He shut the door and pinned me to the wall beside it.
The party echoed from the other room. It felt as if we’d been elevated. Lifted above reality. Above circumstance. To the place where only Logan and I existed.
The barest light seeped through a window, only enough to illuminate the carved lines of his immaculate face.
In the wisps of shadows, he looked like a demon, an avenger, my sweet destination.
His hand spread farther out over my cheek, and he tightened his hold on my jaw. Malachite eyes flashed in the bare rays of light.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours.” There was no hesitation. No holding it back. The confession was out without thought of consequence.
The second I said it, Logan dove in. His hands were on both sides of my face when his mouth covered mine.
His lips were soft but the kiss was rough.
Heat flashed, racing my flesh, dumping into my stomach to boil in my belly.
A whimper broke free, and he kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking into my mouth in a bid of possession.
It wasn’t sweet.
It was a plundering.
A claiming.
A raid.
A vengeful man who wouldn’t stop seeking retribution until everything that had been stolen was returned to him.
I kissed him back.
Frantically.
Desperately.
My hands in his hair. On his face. Digging into his shirt.
I wanted to touch him everywhere.
He groaned when I made it under the fabric, and I raked my nails down his chest.
He kissed me harder for a second before he slowed, his lips plucking over mine in a gentle push and pull.
Logan whispered over the swollen, lust-bitten flesh. “Do you remember me, Aster? Do you remember me?”
I choked over the pain that threatened to rise. “I wanted to forget.”
Big hands gripped me by the hips, and he lifted me from the floor. On instinct, my legs wrapped around his waist.
He rocked against me, his cock huge and hard and scorching hot.
A searing.
A burn.
A tattoo forever imprinted on me.
“Do you?” he pressed, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he could uncover the truth in me.
“I remember. I remember.”
He was rocking harder then, friction and fire, and I was so spun up, so lost, that I was gasping.
Pleasure rose like an eruption.
Like dammed water springing from dry, dead earth.
So much. Too much. Not nearly enough.
I clawed at his shoulders. “Please.”
“What do you need?” he rumbled as he kissed a path up my neck.
“You.”
The door banged open, and the light flipped on.
I choked.
Logan froze where he was dry humping me against the wall where my legs were still locked around his waist.
Horrified, I whipped my attention to the doorway.
Mimi slapped her hand over Gage’s gaping eyes before she shuffled him around and told him to go to the kitchen.
She turned back to us with a grin on her face.
“You sly dog.”