Chapter 21 #3
“I ken,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough vibration against her skin that made her breath hitch.
His mouth found the curve of her breast, his stubble a faint sting against her softness. His lips finally closed over her nipple. His tongue moved slowly, drawing a broken sound from her. The sensation made her vision blur and her back arch instinctively.
He tasted her, his hand cupped beneath the other breast, lifting her to his mouth while his thumb rubbed the sensitive peak of the other until she was writhing under him.
He dragged his mouth away from her chest, tracing a path of wet heat back up her neck to her lips, kissing her until her mouth was bruised and swollen from the pressure.
As he kept her mouth anchored, his hand slid down the flat plane of her stomach, his fingers spreading wide before pressing lower.
Logan shifted, his calloused palms sliding up her thighs, parting them. The heat of his touch dragged a low moan from her throat as he moved to ground her. His fingers slipped into the damp heat between her legs.
He circled the small, tight center of her pleasure, his thumb applying a heavy, steady friction that had Rose lifting her hips off the wood, her hands clutching blindly at the fabric of his tunic as she begged against his mouth with frantic, wordless hitches of her breath.
He worked two fingers inside her, stretching her gently, letting her get used to his thickness while his thumb kept up the torturous, heavy rhythm against her skin until she was shaking from head to toe, completely unstrung by the ache building in her core.
He pulled his hand back, replacing the touch with the heavy, blunt head of his length, pressing right against her opening. He entered her slowly.
The first stretch was a fullness so absolute it felt like the world had narrowed to that single point of contact.
She could feel every ridge of him forcing its way inside her, expanding her.
Her body felt entirely consumed by him. Her eyes closed, her head falling back as she struggled to pull air into her lungs.
Logan stilled at once, the muscles in his arms corded and shaking with the effort of holding back. His hands came to her face, his thumbs firm at her cheeks.
“Rose? Look at me.”
She drew a trembling breath, and opened her eyes. The vulnerability in his gaze was terrifyingly bare.
“Do not stop,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I want this. I want you.”
Only then did he move again, pulling nearly all the way out before driving deep again,.
Rose felt every inch of him as he moved inside her, the friction generating a thick, heavy warmth that pooled between her hips.
Logan held her face between his hands, his thumbs firm at her cheeks, anchoring her against the wall as he set the pace.
“Rose,” he groaned, the sound vibrating straight through her chest as he buried himself inside her.
She held him tighter, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper into her body, her fingers tangling in the stubborn, dark strands of his hair, pulling him down for another desperate, open-mouthed kiss.
The rhythm grew harder, deeper. The slow care dissolved into a fierce, consuming need that left no room for hesitation.
Logan’s thrusts became heavy and relentless, the wood of the bench creaking beneath them as he drove into her over and over.
Rose met him with every movement, arching her hips to take the full weight of his body, her fingers tightening in his hair as the rhythm took them both.
The world narrowed to the scent of him, the harsh sound of their skin meeting, and the safety of his arms.
“Look at me,” he rasped, his voice a low, rough command that vibrated through her chest. He withdrew nearly completely, making her gasp at the loss, before driving back in with a force that made her entire body tremble. “Let me pleasure ye, Rose.”
She forced her eyes open, her gaze locking onto his blown-wide pupils. The tension built, spiraling tighter and tighter inside her with every deep, sliding stroke of his body against hers, until the air was nothing but his rough breath and her name on his lips.
The pleasure broke through her all at once, an overwhelming crest that shattered her defenses.
Rose cried out his name, her vision darkening as it coursed through her. Logan followed a heartbeat later, a low, guttural groan escaping his throat, gathering her close.
He held her flush against the hard planes of his chest. Rose lay breathless, her cheek against the steady, powerful thud of his heart. For a while, there was only the distant call of a bird, the sound of their breathing, and the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek.
Then Logan lifted his head, his expression stripped of every defense.
“I’ll trust ye better,” he said quietly, his gaze steady and absolute. “I swear it.”
Rose touched his cheek, her fingers lingering on the skin that smelled of smoke and the wild outdoors.
“Then I shall stay,” she whispered.