Chapter 37
LOGAN
This time, hearing him call me by his family name has my cock throbbing.
“Logan Lorde,” I mutter. “Actually has a ring to it.”
“Does, doesn’t it?”
Fuck, now I’m really regretting not jerking off at some point because I’m fully aware of how full my balls are, demanding release that Killian is taking his damn time getting me to.
Fortunately, he doesn’t leave me waiting. He slides his fingers out, barely giving my ass time to recover before the pressure of his girth pushes in. I grip the gazebo rail with one hand and a column with the other, bracing myself for the intrusion.
“You’re so hard,” I grit through my teeth, and he chuckles. Such a sadist. He’s enjoying every second of it, and I am too.
He’s still not moving fast enough for me, so I push my ass back, cringing as my body resists—damn it for not appreciating how badly I need this!
“God, fuck!” I shout, and Kill rests his hand on my hip, stroking gently, relaxing my body once again.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry. Once I get in there, I’ll fuck you good.”
“I’ve just been so focused the past few days, I hadn’t realized how much stress I was carrying. And I need you, Killian. I need you like I haven’t needed you before.”
The words come out so easily now, and I’m not scared to tell him the way I would have been earlier on in…I don’t even know if it’s fair to call it a relationship. Whatever the hell we were doing.
“Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m right here,” Killian assures me, and I relax, struggling to be patient as his cock creeps farther into me, until it finally hits that spot, sending ripples racing through me.
My eyes roll back as I embrace the sensation of him steadily filling me out. “Fuck, Kill.”
“That’s it. There it is,” he says as my body allows what I’ve wanted this whole time, and I feel his pelvis greet my ass, with him fully swollen within me. He hooks an arm around me, resting his hand on my abs, his lips meeting my nape. He tugs me close to his body as I adjust to his girth.
“I’m being so selfish,” I admit. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”
“Much better now.”
My cheeks warm, and I’m pleased he feels this is helping him, though I’m still nervous. “Are you sure? You’re shaking.”
“Because I’m having to keep myself from fucking the hell out of you.”
Now my cheeks are on fire, but his words release me from any guilt for my selfish needs.
He continues shaking as he patiently, steadily works into subtle thrusts. I arch my back, taking each one as he nibbles against my neck, trailing up to my earlobe, which he tugs at. Soon, he’s able to move in and out, the rapid movements hyperstimulating my prostate.
I’m not sure what it is—that I’ve been so desperate to have him inside me again, or that he’s hitting it the right way, but it’s overwhelming, and I’m climbing higher and higher, barely able to see straight as he fucks me.
“Be careful,” I warn him.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says.
I laugh. “Yes, you’re definitely getting back to your old self.”
And nearly as soon as the words get out, he rams back in so far that my body erupts in a series of twitches and spasms as I feel myself climbing rapidly. “Oh, hell,” I breathe before he offers such a thrust that the railing gives.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I lose my balance, but Killian clings to my abs, keeping me steady on my feet before guiding me to the column, which I relax against as he continues drilling me, my ass clapping with his furious movements.
“This is what I need. This is better than any pill,” he says. “Oh, fuck, Log. I just want my seed back in deep, want to mark you with your husband’s seed.”
“Mark me, Kill,” I beg. “I’m yours.”
He drills me even faster, granting me pleasure that’s so sweet it almost feels unbearable, like my nerves are liable to burst from my body and spiral off into orbit. And I know what I want to do. What I want to give him.
“I don’t know that I ever want to leave this ass again,” he warns.
“Kill,” I say, glancing over my shoulder.
He forces a kiss on me, and I take it as he fucks me with his mouth and cock, utterly possessing me. Finally, he gives my lips a break, his cock swelling within me before he warns, “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Do it. I’m yours, all yours, Kill. I trust you to do whatever you wish to me. I surrender. I submit to you. Completely.”
Our gazes lock, and a smile plays across his lips—fuck, his satisfaction has never looked so sexy, making my submission that much more worth it.
He places his hand on my throat, tugging gently, keeping me in place as he pounds into me.
My mouth hangs open as I give my body to him, refusing to break eye contact as he claims me, as he looks into my eyes.
I don’t just want him to see my desire, but all of me.
I want this man to possess me entirely, take whatever he wants.
In all the time he’s bossed me around, I never could have imagined we’d get to this place, but now that he’s taking what’s his, it feels like it’s the only desire I’ve ever truly had.
“Break me. Train me. Possess me,” I beg.
And as the words escape my lips, his pupils flare before I feel the final swell, so powerful and overwhelming as it takes me to the edge and sends me over.
I’m shocked that I’m not even touching myself, but as his rapid series of thrusts assure me he’s filling me up, the dam breaks and I shoot as his lips mash down on mine again.
A surprisingly intense power pulses through me as I come.
And keep coming, waiting for it to end, but there’s another burst, and I gasp into my husband’s mouth as he nibbles on my bottom lip, settling, clearly already relieved inside me.
Keeping my lip between his teeth, he mutters, “There we are. Now you’re truly mine.”
“Yes, I am.”
Totally possessed. Totally owned. Totally safe.
He wraps his arms around me, keeping me close as he keeps his cock buried inside me, his kisses less frenzied, more passionate as we come down from the experience together.
As we settle, he says, “Well, gonna have to fix the gazebo.”
The explosion at the end was so powerful that it pretty much wiped my memory of what happened while we were making love.
“Sorry about that,” I say, eyeing the toppled railing. “I can fix it.”
“Uh-uh. We’ll get Rage to do it. I have a feeling you’re gonna be occupied for the next few days.”
“Oh really? Occupied doing…?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it.
“Helping me recover in my bed.”
He grips my ass firmly and offers another pump of his cock, and my prostate is so hypersensitive that the sensation sweeps right through me, forcing my eyes to roll back.
He kisses me again, passionately, and I rest my hand on his cheek, keeping him close as I absorb all that he is, embrace this moment, knowing from everything we’ve experienced that we have to cling to beautiful moments like these, desperately hold them close, because we never know when they may be our last.