“Little witch,” I rasped, “I feel more for you than I could possibly put into words. Can’t you feel it here?” I asked as I brought her hand back to my chest.
She shook her head slowly and blinked away more tears. She pulled her hand away from my chest, and before I could tug it back, she placed our hands on her own chest. “I feel it here.”
I dropped my forehead to rest against hers, the relief so overwhelming that my knees threatened to collapse underneath me. “Thank fuck,” I breathed.
“Logan,” she said softly. “Can you take me to bed now?”
“Fuck, yes, I can. I will do anything for you, little witch.”
Chapter
Twenty-Six
BRIDGETTE
Logan didn’t haul me over his shoulder the way I had expected him to. Instead, he swept me up in his arms and carried me bridal style. I couldn’t help but feel like some kind of medieval damsel being carried away by her strong and mighty warlord. I giggled at the thought.
“Something funny, little witch?” Logan glanced down at me as he took the stairs two at a time.
“I was just thinking that I feel like a dainty maiden in the strong arms of her mighty warlord, who is about to do very dangerous things to her.” I laughed as he tossed me on the bed, then didn’t hesitate to yank my skirt from my body.
“Well then,” he said with a husky purr in a pretty good imitation of a Scottish accent. “Be prepared to have your maidenly sensibilities completely scandalized.”
With those words that had my belly flipping in anticipation, Logan brought his hands to my blouse and yanked until the fabric ripped in half down the center. I gasped as I glanced down, seeing his big hands running up my stomach to cover my breasts completely.
“That was one of my favorites,” I moaned as he pinched my nipples roughly, then yanked my bra down to bare my breasts.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” he promised before latching onto one nipple and sucking deep. My back bowed as the sensations zipped through me in a line straight to my clit. His other hand toyed with my other nipple before he switched positions, paying attention to both breasts equally. I couldn’t keep still as I writhed on the bed, needing more, needing to touch him.
After our heart wrenching conversation downstairs, I thought that we both needed the closeness, the connection, to seal our confessions with our bodies. My mate loved me. It was a dream that was too good for my little girl’s heart to believe. I wanted it more than anything. For once in my life, I decided to let go of my fears, to trust in the Fates, and in my mate. I had a future I could look forward to, with Logan and our growing family.
I cried out as Logan’s hand drifted down my belly and found the heat of my center. With one large finger, he plunged into my depths, making me want more. Always more. I scrambled with my good hand to get his shirt up and over his broad, muscular back, needing the connection of skin to skin.
Logan removed his finger from my channel and brought it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Even after all the things we had done to each other, seeing him enjoy my taste still brought a rush of heat to my cheeks. He chuckled as he saw the flush rising. Lifting his torso from mine, Logan reached behind his head and had his shirt up and discarded before I could blink.
With admiration for his stunning physique, I ran my hands over his shoulders and pecs, loving the hard feel of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his abs as they flexed with every movement. “Have I told you how much I love your body?” I breathed out, unable to tear my gaze from him.
In a heartbeat, I was flipped over and suddenly found myself astride Logan’s hips. “Babe, there is no way you could possibly love my body more than I love yours,” he replied with a grin, right before he leaned up to take my breast back into his mouth.
I threw my head back on a moan at the incredible sensation and ground my pelvis into his, only then realizing that he hadn’t taken his pants off yet. With a frustrated sound deep in my throat, I reached between us and unsnapped his slacks before ripping the zipper down. I had to raise up on my knees to shimmy down his pants and boxers, ignoring the twinge of pain in my wounded hand.
Logan took advantage of my distraction to unhook my bra, then he put me out of my frustrated misery by lifting his hips and helping to push his pants down as far as he could reach. At that point, we both gave up on removing any more clothing. With his pants around his knees and his shoes still on, I rose up again and gripped his cock tightly in my good hand.
“Little witch, if you don’t get that snug little pussy wrapped around my cock?—”
I sank down in one swift movement and cried out at the sudden intrusion. “Oh. My. Goddess,” I breathed out as our hips met and held. Logan was a big man all over, and it hadn’t been very long since I’d lost my virginity to him. It was still a tight fit, and I probably should have taken it a little bit slower.
“Bridgette, babe. Are you alright?” Logan asked, his hands cupping my cheeks. I blinked open my eyes to see him staring up at me with concern. I smiled down at him when I realized that the expression I’d had trouble identifying in the past was love.
“I am wonderful. You’re so big, but it feels so good.”
Logan closed his eyes and groaned. “Ahh, little witch. You can’t say things like that and expect me to maintain control.”
I lifted my hips until just the tip of him remained inside me. Then I dropped back down, hard. I threw back my head and letout a cry of pleasured pain. Before I could do it again, Logan’s hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold that was likely to leave bruises by morning.
Suddenly, I was no longer in control. I may have been on top, but Logan set the pace. Over and over, I was lifted effortlessly, and all I could do was hold on to his bulging biceps as I enjoyed every second.
Logan’s hips rose to meet every drop with a thrust that sent his cock into the deepest depths of my channel as he pummeled me from the inside. The pleasure outweighed the pain until all I felt was wave after wave of electric ecstasy.