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I blinked up at him, still floating in the haze of pleasure he had put me in. I noticed the tight skin around his mouth, the way he gritted his teeth, the lust and love in his eyes as he gazed down at me, and his arousal that pressed against my thigh.

“Logan?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I heard his sharp intake of breath as I reached to unbutton his pants. He stopped my movements with his hand.

“Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely.

I nodded. “I want to belong to you completely, Logan.”

He kissed me hungrily, his arousal pressing between my legs. He took off his pants and boxers, and I felt heat flood my cheeks as I noticed how big he was, how aroused as he was. Suddenly, he was on top of me, his arms on either side of my head as he gazed down at me with hunger. I felt him press himself between my legs, rubbing himself against my center. He was hot, hard, and unyielding. I closed my eyes, preparing myself.

Then nothing. When I opened them, I found him smiling at me tenderly.

“Here. Stay with me. Right here. Just right here”

His hand trembled as he stroked my face. He bent his head and drank from my lips, all the while murmuring about the love he felt for me.

“I’m scared. I’ve never done this before and”-I drew in a shaky breath-“and I don’t want to disappoint you. I know you have a lot of experience and you have expectations, and I’m scared that I won’t be able to-”

“Layla.” His voice was low and rough. “Nothing could even come close to how you make me feel just by being here. How could you even think you’d disappoint me?” He smiled, lovingly stroking my cheek. “What you’ve given me is more than I could hope for, and if you decide you don’t want to continue, we’ll stop. I want to make this perfect for you. This night is all about you.”

At that, all my fears melted. I reached for him, pulling him down to me for a soul-searing kiss. His hands reverently touched my thighs, my hips, circling around my waist until he gently caressed my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples before he bent his head and sucked my nipple in his mouth. I moaned, wild with pleasure.

The love he spoke of was in his touch, in the hungry movement of his lips, his tongue, his teeth as he kissed me. I was soaked with it, drowning in it, and I wanted more.

He searched my eyes as if looking for some hesitation-but there was nothing. My mind and my heart were made up. It was scary and overwhelming, and there was no turning back for me after this. As I looked into his brown eyes, I knew-I didn’t want to turn back. I was at the edge of the cliff, hanging by my fingertips. And I realized I was ready to fall forever. I was ready to do this for my life.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing hard. When he opened them, I felt lost, so lost in him.

“I love you.” he whispered before he entered me. I didn’t have time to dwell on the last thing he said to me as a strange pain shot through me.

My breath hitched as I felt unwelcome pain pierce my pleasure-hazed world. I closed my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to push him off me. I felt full, ripped apart. Above me, Logan froze.

“are you okay? I’m so sorry, love. Do you want me to stop?”

The fear in his tone made me open my eyes. His hand caressed the side of my face as he gazed at me with worry, and I melted.

“Talk to me,” he murmured, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my nose.

He started licking my bottom lip, sucking it in his mouth. His hand slid between my legs, stroking small circles in my center and causing a now-familiar sensation. The feel of him inside me, so hard and full, and the slow motions of his fingers made my moan turn into a sob.

My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him close for a demanding, almost desperate kiss. He groaned deep in his chest, turning demanding into carnal as his tongue plunged in my mouth, swallowing my moans.

I moved my hips experimentally and discovered that the pain was fading, replaced by an inexplicable pleasure that spread between my legs and shot up my spine. I bit my lip, closing my eyes tightly as I moaned. He abruptly pulled back from me, his face a mask of hunger and pain.

“It’s okay. It feels…good.”

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I nodded, sliding my hips against him. The pleasure was building, spreading to my spine, my legs, my arms, and between my legs.

“Logan please… I need…”

He kissed me roughly, his hands reaching for my wrists, then dragging them up over my head. “I got you, baby.”

And then he was moving-slowly, languorously, his green eyes watching my face. I was panting, my breath loud and fast as he plunged inside me, in and out, taking his time, driving me wild.

He began to move faster, harder, wilder.

Everything felt tight, my body bowing as I pumped my hips in time with his thrusts. Pleasure was sharp and demanding as it built and spread inside my body. My whimpers turned into sobs, desperate to find relief.

All I could do was wrap my legs tighter around him, my fingernails digging into his back as his thrusts became wild and frenzied.

“Oh fuck.”

Logan’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard as he palmed my ass, grinding inside me so hard and so deep that I came apart with a scream.

“You’re so fucking sweet” he said roughly. He groaned out his pleasure, mouth parted, eyes half closed, head thrown back in abandon. I felt him drive deep one last time before he cried out my name and released.