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)
Severity flashed through his gaze. A possession so intense I felt it rumble the ground.
The man was an earthquake. A firestorm. Obliteration.
I wanted to be wrecked.
Destroyed.
For the two of us to reform and reshape as we rebuilt the pieces that had been littered between us.
I wanted to come alive under his hands and his body and his sweet, hardened heart that was littered with cracks.
I wanted to bleed into the secret places inside him that had always been reserved for me.
He slipped off the bed, and he tugged me by an ankle to the side.
“Logan.” It was a wheeze, my hips bucking a fraction.
“I know what you need, Little Star. Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m going to give it to you.”
He tugged off my boots. One then the other. They clunked to the floor.
The air shivered and flashed.
Logan’s sexy grin went wicked when he leaned over me so he could reach the button of my jeans. He set it loose in the same second as he pressed his nose to my belly button.
He exhaled.
Flames lapped.
He kissed over my abdomen as he pulled down the zipper, whispering, “I’m going to give it to you, again and again and again. Forever, baby.”
Tremors rocked through my body as he edged back so he could peel both my jeans and underwear down my legs. “Look at you, Little Star. Fucking glorious, the only one I can see.”
I writhed, a naked, itching mess on his bed.
Those eyes grazed over every bare inch of my skin.
Etching.
Slaying.
Remembering.
“No one will ever touch you again, Aster. No one but me.” He nudged my knees apart, and his jaw clenched tight when he drove two fingers deep into my body.
A moan rolled up my throat.
“I need you.” I whimpered it as my hips jerked toward his touch.
“You have me, Aster. You just had to accept it.”
Logan stepped back, and the man watched down on me as he stripped.
Slowly.
Purposefully.
He unwound from his jacket, then he ticked through the buttons of his shirt before he pulled it away to reveal those broad, muscled shoulders.
He toed out of his shoes and socks then undid his pants and stepped out of them before he shoved out of his underwear.
The man was a masterpiece.
Carved of an ethereal canvas.
Dark and wicked.
Beautiful and right.
My mouth went dry, and my insides shook.
“I’d forgotten what life looks like.” The praise tremored from my tongue.
The man towered there as twilight seeped into the room, the barest rays of white illuminating his smooth skin. Every muscle in his body was rigid.
Flexing with strength.
“I never thought I’d want this way again, Logan. Not once. Not until I ended up here.”
“Right where you belong.”
I gulped.
I had almost forgotten.
Had almost forgotten what it felt like to be loved by this man.
The way he watched me.
All consuming.
Logan’s expression deepened. Lines of fierce adoration. Strokes of grief and guilt. A shadowy mystery that glowed beneath absolute beauty. “I was a fool who didn’t fight for you once, Aster. You need to know that won’t happen again.”
Joy sprang up from the vacant places. From the places I never thought could be filled.
Where old pain howled and promised I was nothing but a fool.
All while dread threatened to lay siege. To clot out the hope because neither of us knew what waited. How we would find the freedom to continue to love this way.
I wondered if he saw it, my fear, because he leaned over me and brushed his thumb across my jaw. The words left him on a rough promise, “You are worth the risk, Aster. Whatever it costs. I will fight for you. Live for you. Kill for you. Whatever it takes.”
You are worth it.
You are worth it.
I didn’t think I’d ever felt as cherished as I did then.
“Love me, Logan,” I whispered desperately. “Love me, and don’t you dare ever stop.”
Logan’s expression was sheer devastation as he slowly climbed up onto the bed.
Energy swelled.
Filled up the bare space that raged between us.
Logan’s heart thundered.
Powerful and bold.
While mine wept and rejoiced.
I swore, right then, as he climbed to hover over me, that those two broken organs tangled and tied. Bound together to make something whole.
His expression churned through a million emotions.
Love.
Tenderness.
Joy.
Possession.
I traced my fingers along the contours of it like I could keep all of it for myself.
Like we could find it together.
Logan shifted so he could kiss over my fingertips, devoted and soft. Harsh and sweet.
“Aster Rose.”
It was like coming home.
“This is it, Aster. After this, there is no letting you go. You’re mine.”
Throat thick, I gave him an erratic nod. “We fight together. We live together. We love forever.”
Severity flashed through his expression.
The man took me in one rigid thrust.
It was close to a sob that tore from my throat when he filled me.
Tortured greed and frantic desperation.
My nails clawed at his back while pained pleasure shimmered behind my eyes.