Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Logan growled.
Soul deep.
“Say it back,” I whispered as my hands curled tighter. “Say it back.”
Those eyes raced my face, tracing every inch. His voice became a rasp of conviction. “You think I don’t love you, Aster Rose? You are the very meaning of it. You are the one who taught me what it meant.”
He had me in his arms before my mind could catch up. His mouth captured mine. His kiss a bond.
He wound a hand into my hair as that kiss turned rash. Rugged and hard.
He stroked his tongue deep into my mouth to tangle with mine.
Passion stormed.
White hot.
Desperate.
An inferno that would lay us to waste, but I would be glad to live in the wake of his fire.
Logan tugged my body flush to his, friction and flames, and our heartbeats became frantic as new lifeblood beat through our veins.
A resurgence.
An awakening.
A dawning day where I’d stand in his light.
My dark, dark defender.
He climbed with me onto the center of his bed. He laid me there, and he hovered high as he gazed down.
“Say it again,” I begged because I’d done without for too long.
A big palm cupped one side of my face, warm and right, and his rugged voice cracked with devotion. “I love you, Aster. I love you with this heart that had forgotten how to beat. Not until it remembered you. It belongs to you, Aster. All of it. It always has.”
My fingertips stroked along the lines of his unforgettable face. “I think I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. When I felt you at that doorway. It was the moment my heart came alive, and I’ve loved you every second since. I never stopped. Not once. Even when it hurt.”
His expression deepened, understanding the confession for what it was.
My tongue swept across my lips as I pressed out the words. “Every day we were apart, I was missing a piece of myself, Logan. I was missing you. You.”
Grabbing my hand, he pressed my knuckles to his mouth. “Never look back, Aster. Never look back. From here, from this point on, it is you and me. Nothing else matters. Do you understand me?”
His voice grated with control, merciless in his demand. “Tell me you understand.”
My throat grew thick. “Nothing else matters but you and me.”
Logan jerked me up enough that he could peel off my jacket. “Fucking sublime. You in my bed. Where you belong. It’s time, Aster. It’s time.”
It was all a seductive murmur that whispered from his full lips, and his eyes flashed to mine before a grunt left his mouth. “Everything I do, I’ll do it for you.”
My head spun, rushing to keep up with the tornado that was this man. The stark ferocity and the tender loyalty.
Everything.
Everything.
Leaning down, he kissed the edge of my mouth before he ran his lips along my jaw and up to my ear. “Now you know, Little Star. Now you know you’re mine, and I’m not giving you back. Not this body or this heart or this mind. I’m going to own them all.”
Shivers raced, and he continued his assault, kissing down my neck as he began to wind up my shirt. He edged back to his knees so he could pull it over my head.
My hair fell around my bare shoulders. Heat flushed, racing my skin as fast as his eyes devoured it.
With a growl, he tossed it to the floor. “A vision. You sitting there. Do you have any idea?”
He glided a single fingertip over the curve of my breast along the edge of my bra. “Fucking perfect, Aster Rose.”
Logan dipped his thumb beneath the lace, and he watched my expression as he dragged his nail across my nipple.
Sensation streaked far and fast, and it tightened to the hardest peak.
I was already gasping, and he’d hardly touched me.
He gripped me by the back of the neck and dragged me forward for a kiss.
A kiss that altered reason.
One that changed standing.
One that shifted meaning.
Logan’s mouth was hot, delirious fire. The darkest, deepest ocean. A magnificent sea where I would drown.
He kept flicking his thumb over my nipple while he kissed me into a messy puddle of desire, then he licked down my neck in a low, seductive path. He nibbled and sucked at my flesh as he went.
Down, down, down until he yanked the cup of my bra away and closed his mouth over my breast.
A tiny yelp escaped, and my fingers drove into the locks of his black, thick hair.
I held on tight as he sucked and licked and stroked me into a frenzy.
He reached around and flicked the snap to my bra so he could pull it all the way off.
“Logan…Logan…please.” My body arched toward him. “Please.”
“What do you need, Aster?”
“You. I’ve always needed you.”
Since the day he’d brought the best part of me to life.