14. Logan
LOGAN
I lose myself in Sloane as our lips collide, both of us drawing closer as if we’re trying to merge into one.
Her warmth ignites a fire within me, and I grasp her waist, pulling her tighter, as though I could absorb her into my very being.
The kiss is frantic, desperate; we’re trying to consume every part of one another.
We stand on the porch, wrapped in the shadows of the evening, losing track of everything but each other. The chaos of the world outside falls away, melting into the background.
When she moans softly into my mouth, it sends shivers down my spine.
I deepen the kiss, feeling the way her body responds, arching against me, urging me on.
With every brush of her lips against mine, I feel the weight of my past—the burdens, the missions gone wrong, the faces of those I couldn’t save—begin to fade, tucked away behind the warmth of her embrace.
As I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, searching for any hesitation, I find none. Her eyes are heavy with need. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, my voice hoarse with unexpected vulnerability.
Her response is instant and fierce. "Yes."
With that word, our lips crash together again, and I guide her backward, moving us into the cabin, our kisses a heated blur as I propel her toward the bedroom.
Each frantic breath between us whispers promises of something more, and the lingering doubts of my past start to fall away with every step we take.
Inside the dimly lit space of my bedroom, I feel a sense of freedom that surprises me; a brief sanctuary where I can leave the ghosts behind.
I push her gently onto the bed, unable to break our kiss as my hands find their way to her shirt. The fabric slips away, and I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the curve of her collarbone.
Each soft sound she makes pulls me deeper into the moment, erasing fragments of the guilt that has haunted me for too long.
“Logan,” she breathes, a hint of impatience in her voice. “Don’t tease.”
I smirk against her skin, riding the wave of shared desire.
“Good girl,” I praise, feeling her heat and wanting to ignite it even more. “Just a little longer, then I’ll give you what you want.”
As I dive lower, kissing and savoring every inch of her, the burdens of responsibility and fear slowly dissipate, replaced by the warmth radiating from her skin.
I let her pleasure consume me—who I was, what I’d done, all of it fading behind the feral need in this moment.
When I reach her breasts, I take my time. My mouth wraps around one taut peak, and she gasps, her fingers knotting in my hair.
Each moan she provides fuels my need to explore her further. “You like that?” I murmur against her, feeling her body arch into me.
“Yes, so much,” she gasps.
I lock eyes with her, my desire burning through me. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
With a satisfied grin, I continue to worship her, drawing nearer to the edge of losing myself completely.
I know that in this moment, the walls I’ve built around my heart are nothing compared to the warmth Sloane offers. I want her to feel cherished, to feel how deeply I crave her.
I trailed kisses down her body, the last of my emotional burdens lifting away with each touch, until I reach between her thighs. The sight of her desire drives me wild as I tease her slowly, relishing her reactions.
“Please, Logan,” she urges, her voice a heady mix of desperation and need. I can feel how much she craves this, and it stirs a primal instinct deep in me. “I need more.”
Smirking just enough to make her want to protest, I respond, “Whatever you need, I’ll give you.”
As I pleasure her, I exist only in this moment, only in her warmth and delight. The guilt that has haunted me for years fades into a distant memory, as if it never truly belonged to me at all.
“Logan, I—” Sloane gasps, her breath catching in her throat as she nears the edge once more.
“Let go for me,” I coax, my fingers working in tandem with my mouth, the pleasure radiating from her making me feel powerful, reviving a part of me that had grown dormant for far too long.
When she finally shatters beneath me, I can see the way her body convulses in pure ecstasy.
I follow close behind, meeting her on that precipice, relinquishing whatever last remnants of burdens still cling to my heart. In this intimate moment, everything else fades away, leaving only us.
With a desperate need to connect even deeper, I move back up her body, capturing her mouth once again. “I need to be inside you,” I rasp, my voice raw with desire.
Her eyes widen and she nods, her breathless response igniting the last flickering flames of my desire.
I reach for the nightstand, my movements frantic with anticipation as I pull out a condom.
The instinct to protect and provide blends seamlessly with the desire to be this close to her, and before long, I’m settled between her thighs, gazing down at her with a sense of gratitude.
As I enter her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, I marvel at how right this feels.
The intimacy envelops us like a warm blanket, the weight of my past finally lifting completely. “You feel so damn good,” I whisper, feeling her tighten in response.
Each thrust we share pulls us deeper into this space where nothing else exists. “You’re amazing,” I tell her, needing her to know how I see her.
“More, Logan,” she cries, urging me on, her nails digging into my skin as I respond with a primal fervor.
"No. I'll give it to you slow, deep, and unforgettable," I whisper, and the fire in her eyes matches the heat building in my chest.
I slow down, savoring the sensation of our bodies moving together. I tease her clitoris, drawing out a gasp from deep within her.
Her moans drive me wild. It's my favorite sound, starting today.
Her wetness is intoxicating, and I deliberately lick her arousal off my finger, tasting her desire.
I penetrate her deeply, pausing at the hilt, and repeat. Each time, Sloane arches her back, her body responding to mine with an intensity that makes my length ache even more.
I continue to tease her, drawing out her pleasure until she's writhing beneath me, her body begging for release.
When I finally let go, it's with a force that shakes us both to the core. Sloane cries out, her body convulsing around me as she finds her release.
I follow her over the edge, my own climax ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
The moment crashes over us, and as I allow myself to surrender, I realize that I’ve left behind the ghosts of my past entirely.
In Sloane's embrace, I am reborn; light, free, and alive.
We lie intertwined together, our hearts racing, the burdens of yesterday nothing more than fading echoes, erased by the warmth of now.
Pulling her close, I whisper against her hair, “I’ve got you.”
For the first time in years, everything feels right.