Chapter 57
Chapter Fifty-Seven
She couldn’t think. She could barely stand upright, but she didn’t care. She was with Logan, and he was kissing her, breathing for them both. If he stopped, she would suffocate.
She had to get closer.
She raised her arms and looped them around his neck. In turn, his came around her waist, drawing her into his embrace, and securing her super sensitive breasts against his chest.
He groaned against her lips, pulling back to trail tantalizing kisses down her neck, stopping to flick his talented tongue over the sensitive skin at the base of her throat.
She moaned.
“Does my woman like that?”
His woman? The place between her legs pulsed.
She moaned again. “Oh, God, yes.”
He flicked his tongue again, lavishing his attention on her throat, and making a lazy trail from her throat to the heaving vee between her breasts. He lowered his head to kiss one breast, and then the other, making her breath catch.
Loosening his hold on her waist, he raised his hand and pinched the bud of her nipple. Heat and sensation rushed through her. He cupped her breast, testing the weight of it in his palm, squeezing, kneading it through the taut fabric of the corset.
Goddamn corsets.
What was she thinking when she chose it for her seduction? She wanted no barriers between his skilled hands and her aching breasts.
With a huff of exasperation, she pushed him away, and reached around her back to undo the stays.
Unfiltered laughter danced in his eyes.
The front of the corset fell open and his gaze turned dark once more, his face hard and unbelievably sexy in all its passionate intensity.
Her breasts bare, he growled in appreciation.
“Haven, your breasts are so damn perfect. I can’t stop looking at them.” He cupped each one, stepped closer, bent his head, and drew one aching nipple into his mouth.
She nearly collapsed.
“Fuck, Logan. That feels so good.” Shocked at the unexpected eruption of her sailor slang, she blushed.
He chuckled, and turned his adoring attention to her other nipple, nibbling at it, sucking it deep into his heated mouth, and teasing it with the flat, abrasive surface of his tongue.
Her legs gave out, and he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed.
With patience and care, he removed the loosely hanging corset and the short cut peasant skirt, leaving only her panties—thankfully she’d had a few extra pairs in her gym bag, and was hand washing them daily. Regency underwear was a nightmare.
The warmth of his hot breath slid along the side of her thigh. He studied her panties, taking in every nuance of the undergarments. Heat tingled over her.
So, he was going to tease her first? Oh, Lord, this would kill her.
Logan slid his finger between her legs, and all thought left her head. He pet the fabric of her panties slowly and deliberately, smoothing first one finger, then two, up and down the folds of her cunt through her underwear.
Finally, he moved the cloth aside, baring her moist, pink lips, making her breath hitch.
“Ah, Haven,” he moaned, and leaned down and put his mouth where his fingers had been.
She almost hit the ceiling. Her hips shot upward in response to his wicked kiss.
He held her thighs in place, pinning her so he could devour her, licking, sucking, lapping at her clitoris until she mewled like a lustful tigress.
She needed more. Loosening her grip on the bed sheets, she grabbed handfuls of his thick hair, pressing him harder against her.
Before she knew it, she was grinding her flesh against his face, shuddering at the contact between his tongue and her cunt.
She was so close, so close—
“Logan!” Her release hit like a shotgun blast to her chest. Billions of stars exploded into tiny twinkles of light behind her eyes. Her breaths came in great gulps, and her limbs were like rubber beneath the weight of immense pleasure.
As the shock of her orgasm warmed over her, making the hairs on her very head tingle, Logan removed her panties, tossing them to the floor.
When her orgasm-blurred vision cleared, he rose over her, his eyes the darkest black she’d ever known.
If the fires of hell burned red, they couldn’t be anywhere as hot as the black flames burning in his gaze.
Helpless under the intensity of his ravenous expression, she trembled as he lowered his head, and took her kiss-swollen lips with his own. She groaned and tasted her own sex on his tongue, but by God, she liked it. He deepened the kiss, their tongues thrusting and mating.
She began unbuttoning his shirt.
Goddamn shirt. Too many freaking buttons!
Reaching the end of her patience, she ripped the two sides apart, sending the offensive tailored closures flying.
Logan chuckled and simply removed the shreds of his shirt, before leaning back on his knees to give her easy access to the placket of his trousers. With all the focus she could muster, she made short work of those buttons, and they both moaned with delight as his cock sprang free.
Her mouth watered at the sight. She wanted it in her mouth now.
Scrambling up to her knees so she could get a better angle, he waylaid her with a stiff hand and forceful shove.
He ticked his finger back and forth, a devilish smile spreading over his face.
“No, no. None of that. This is all for you. Let me make you come. Again, and again, and again.” He leaned forward, and grazed his lips against the tip of each nipple. “And again....”
Even his words could make her orgasm.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she murmured, aware she played with fire, but holy hell, she’d suddenly become a pyromaniac.
His deep laugh thrilled through her from where his mouth met her breast.
“I never do.”
Sucking her breast into his mouth, his hands journeyed to the still-quaking center of her world.
With one finger, he circled the sensitive bud peaking shyly out from behind her swollen pussy lips.
With the other just-as-talented finger, he pushed into the sopping wet heat of her entrance, pumping in and out in perfect time with the flicking of her clit.
She whipped her head mindlessly from side to side. It felt so damn good, and all she could do was hold on for dear life, her fingernails leaving crescent shapes in his shoulders. He must have sensed her nearing the edge, because he rose above her, spread her legs wide, and plunged inside.
He was deep. But he wasn’t deep enough. With a growl, he pulled almost completely out before thrusting back in.
Again and again. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
With each thrust, she lost another piece of her soul, with each breath-stealing kiss she lost another beat of her heart.
Her moans came out in long, unending purrs.
She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t stop the mindless noises his expert movements wrenched from her.
Pushing up on his hands, he ground his hips, pushing his cock further, deeper, and rubbing the base of his shaft against her quivering clit.
She screamed. Sensation replaced her blood.
The heat and pleasure built, the intensity of each pulse of desire fanned out over her, rushing over her limbs to the tips of her fingers and toes.
He thrust repeatedly, pushing himself deeper. When his greedy mouth returned to her bouncing, aching breasts, he sucked hard.
She shattered.
Sensations of life-altering bliss washed over her, and the heat roiling within her core ignited her soul. She cried out, and the world fractured around her. Every nerve cell within her was alive with energy and ecstasy.
Her hungry orgasm pulsed and squeezed the length of his shaft.
He bellowed, thrusting again, and again. Once, twice, three times more, and with one last forceful plunge, he broke apart in her arms. The force of his come shot into her, and she welcomed the heat his release brought, shuddering as he collapsed on top of her, spent.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she ran her hands along his back, tracing the muscles of his shoulder blades, finding nothing but perfection.
He looked up at her from where his head lay cradled by her breasts. She smiled at the look of utter content.
“Was that good for you?” she purred.
He chuckled. “Better than good—amazing.”
She smoothed her hands down his lower back, straining to grip the hard meat of his ass. “I’m glad you liked it.”
His expression darkened, and his smile curled into a devilish grin. “You speak as if we’re finished.”
Her breath caught, her heartbeat kicking into high gear. “We’re not?”
The black of his eyes answered her question, desire a piercing arrow of heat hitting her square in her already wet and ready core.
“Oh, no. I made a promise,” he drawled. “I always keep my promises.”