Chapter 45
I never could have imagined that entering my marriage blind would turn out to be one of the best things I could have ever done. Not only is Logan all I could ever ask for in a husband and more, but he’s also went above and beyond for me and has fully supported me as I try to work out what exactly I want to do with my life.
Now that things are settling into a new normal, it feels like there’s no better time to tell him I’ve decided I want to take the plunge and open up the cat cafe I always dreamed of having when I was a little girl. But first, it feels like I’m long overdue to tell him how I feel about him. Despite his teasing about not telling me when we’d be leaving or where we’d be going, he did eventually cave and tell me we're heading to a private island near the Canary Islands.
White sand, blue skies, gently rolling blue waves and not a person in sight. Utter peace and tranquillity and exactly what we need after the chaos of the last few months.
“What’s my beautiful wife thinking so hard about,” he asks me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his heated embrace.
“Just how lucky we are.” I tilt my head back to look at him, smiling as I lose myself in his eyes. He’s so damn handsome. Every time I look at him, I lose my breath. Chuckling, he leans down and kisses me, Spider-Man style.
“Hmm, yeah, funny you should say that. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“Yeah?” I spin around in his arms to get a better look at him, giving him a soft smile as he plays with the ends of my hair.
“Yeah. It’s strange. In no world should this have worked out so well, but it has. Mess with the Clan aside, these last few months have been some of the best of my life. I never imagined I’d feel this way, and I have no clue what I did to deserve you, but I’ll be damned if I don’t treasure every single day I get with you. In no world should it have been you, but it is. It took me twenty-six years to find you, and I never want to let you out of my sight again. I love you, Princess.”
“I love you too, Viking. So fucking much. From the moment I saw you at that altar, I knew this would be the best decision of my life.”
It feels surreal. Things have moved so quickly, but deep in my gut, I know Logan Graham is it for me. His heated gaze makes me shiver as he lets out a groan and grabs me by the ass, lifting me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tug on his hair and attack his neck as he carries me back to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed and follows, untying my bikini top with his teeth. Once it’s undone, he groans at the sight of my breasts before taking one in his mouth and pinching the other.
“Look at these tits. They’re fucking perfect. Do you want my dick between them, hmm? Want me to make them all sticky while you stick that tongue out for me?”
“Yes. Oh my god, yes. Please.” The picture he paints is so hot I can barely stand it. I never imagined this scenario, but the thought of him using me for his pleasure is almost too much. I can already feel the dampness soaking through my bikini bottoms, and I’m sure they’re darkened with a wet patch, but I don’t care.
“That’s right. You’re just my little slut to use, aren’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, he pushes his swimming trunks down, spits into his hand to wet his cock, and slides it between my breasts. The sight of his thick shaft disappearing between the mounds of my flesh is impossibly erotic. One dark look from him reminds me of the second half of his demand.
I stick out my tongue and am rewarded with the tangy taste of his pre-cum. Moaning, I try to follow as he pulls back, only for him to thrust forward again, the crown of his cock brushing against my tongue. Groaning, he presses deeper, and I lick at the sensitive head, teasing his piercings.
“That’s my good slut. Look at you, so desperate for my cock. You’ll take it any way I give it, won’t you? I bet you’d even let me fuck your ass, wouldn’t you?” His growl rumbles as he looks down at me, squeezing my breasts tighter around his cock.
“Use me. Take what you want. Don’t hold back,” I beg, my desperation clear in my voice. I want to feel completely used, like I’m nothing more than a toy for him to get off on. Just the thought of it has me clenching my thighs, desperate for friction.
“You want to be used? I’ll fucking show you used. Pick a safe word.” He climbs off me and flips me over, positioning me face down, ass up.
“Pineapple,” I gasp as he delivers a sharp smack to my ass, alternating cheeks until the flesh stings. He bites down on one cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Reach back and show me those holes, Princess.” The filthy promise in his voice has my pussy clenching as I quickly comply, pulling my cheeks apart. The humiliation of being so exposed sends a rush of heat straight to my core.
I hear the click of a lube cap and try to glance back, but his sharp command stops me. “Don’t even think about it. Be a good slut and lie there. Take what I give you, how I give it to you. Isn’t that what you begged for?”
“Yes, please. Logan, I need you,” I whine, thrusting my ass back. The cool lube dripping onto my skin makes me gasp. He drops the bottle beside me, and in one swift motion, he thrusts his cock into my pussy while sliding a finger into my ass.
“Look at that greedy hole, swallowing my finger up. I think you can take more, can’t you?” He withdraws his finger only to push two in. All I can do is moan and claw at the bed, my nails digging into the sheets as I hold myself open for him.
He groans and picks up the pace, finger-fucking my ass while pounding into my pussy. The overwhelming sensations leave me breathless. I reach down to touch my clit, and he wraps his hand around one of my nipples, pinching it just enough to push me over the edge. I come with a shout, shaking beneath him as he pulls out.
“You ready to give me that last cherry, Princess?” His voice is a dark promise as he massages my ass, leaning down to kiss the small of my back.
“I’m ready. I want it, Logan. I want it so much,” I whisper, twisting my head to see him standing behind me. He looks like a god, ready to claim his sacrifice. The thought of being his offering sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“Bring that ass here,” he growls, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. The thick crown of his cock presses against me, and as the piercings hit new, sensitive places, I cry out.
“Logan…you feel so fucking good.”
“You’re so tight. Such a good fucking girl for me.”
“I feel so full, holy shit,” I gasp as his hand wraps around my throat, pulling me upright against his chest. His filthy words in my ear push me closer to the edge, and I fall apart with a broken cry.
He growls, shoves me forward, and fucks my ass relentlessly. His pace is punishing, his thrusts deep and precise, until, with a final groan, he spills into me, his warmth flooding my body as vows of love fall from his lips.