“Touch me, Logan.”
After the past minutes of tortuous restraint, her soft words of permission affected Logan like a drug. A rush of desire and possessiveness washed over him, the animal inside him slouching closer to the surface. He pulled her to her feet, prowling around her in a circle, his instincts at war with each other. He wanted to tease her slowly and he wanted to claim her swiftly. He wanted to caress her tenderly and he wanted to ravish her mercilessly.
She stood, eyes closed, every other sense attuned to him as he circled and stalked her. Finally he stopped behind her back, warm fingers brushing her hair aside, his hot breath on the back of her neck sending shivers down her spine. The slow purr of her zipper followed the path of her shivers, her dress falling open from her neck to the base of her spine.
She kept her eyes closed as she felt the cool air of the room on her back, and then his warm touch, brushing from the nape of her neck to the hollow of her back. Up and down he brushed his fingertips over the exposed skin, his touch too firm to tickle but too light to satisfy. She bit her lip, but couldn’t stifle the soft sound in her throat, a wordless plea.
As if that was what he had been waiting for, his hands moved up to her shoulders, sliding under the loosened dress, and then down her arms until the dress puddled at her feet. She heard his soft grunt of appreciation as he took in her body, now wearing only her dark green lace bra and panties and her heels.
She felt one warm finger teasingly tracing the lacy edge of her bra cups, and then it disappeared. A quick warm brush as the touch reappeared at the center of her back and then her bra fell away to join her dress at her feet. She felt him step closer to her, and her eyes opened in shock as he pressed his naked warmth full against her back and she realized he was fully aroused again. One brawny arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer, pressing her back hard against his chest, while his head ducked into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, stubble scraping and tickling the skin, his mouth gently nipping and sucking a path towards her ear.
As his teeth closed gently on her earlobe, his other hand came up, cupping her breast. She gasped at the combination of feelings. Her nipple pebbled under his large palm as she drank in the sight of his hand, dark against her pale flesh, large and long-fingered but deft as he caressed and rubbed and flicked until her knees weakened.
Another growl of approval from him as his touch sapped the strength from her legs, shifting her weight against his arousal, pressed hard against her bottom. His strong frame now held the bulk of her weight as she relaxed into him, her whole body liquid with pleasure. She watched hazily as the hand on her breast drifted down, tracing a light pattern on her belly before delving into the front of her panties to circle and stroke.
She looped her arms around his neck as his hard warm thigh came between her legs from behind, bracing and caressing, his body now moving in counterpoint to his hand, pressing hard into her, bolts of pleasure shooting through her with every movement. She could feel his breath rough and warm on her neck as his sucking bites and nibbles grew more firm, teeth scraping, tongue rasping.
She realized he had not spoken a word since she had given him permission to touch her. On some mostly subconscious level she had perceived the change in him. As gentle as he was being with her, the way he was touching her was not calculated or planned. From the time he stood and circled her she had sensed the emergence of a different side to him -- untamed and primal. It was nothing like she had expected from this night, but she realized now that it was what had drawn her to him at first sight -- why she had backed away from the urbane, practiced men downstairs and yet gravitated toward Logan. There was a wildness in him that called out to her, and suddenly it felt like all that she had ever wanted.
She felt it now, rising within her in an ungovernable rush. The sharp nip of his teeth, the warm slickness of his tongue, his firm hands on her body stroking her, his panting breaths against her skin, the press of his cock hard and hot against her -- all the sensations combined to create an unbearable tension, driving her to impulsive action. Without thought, she tightened the arms she had looped around his neck, turning her head into his sweat-sheened skin and firmly biting him there, tasting salt and sweat and skin and man.
Her action triggered an explosion of movement and she was suddenly on the bed, Logan’s body braced above her, his hazel eyes gazing into hers with a dark predatory intent. He was pressed fully against her, his arms barely keeping the bulk of his weight off her as he started to move against her in slow, deep, wild thrusts, his low growl rumbling against the skin of her neck and reverberating against her belly as he ground down into her softness.
The burst of movement and new position shocked her to awareness, even as it heightened the keen pleasure she felt with his every motion. Her eyes widened, suddenly unsure. She had wanted him to lose control with her, wanted to join him in his wild abandon, and yet abruptly she realized that was the very thing she was here to prevent. Her lust-hazed brain had lost sight of the danger that could result, and it suddenly came back to her in a flood of cold fear.
“Logan...” she said, trying to ease up from under him with tentative movements. His eyes narrowed, and with a possessive growl he pulled her underneath him again, his hard warm body inexorably holding her in place as he resumed the rough motions, his breath panting in her ear in gruff wordless sounds and snuffles. Her fear spiked higher. If her control slipped now, she would kill him, pinned under his weight as she was. She felt a hysterical bubble of panic start to rise up within her, eroding her control. Almost desperately she grabbed at the hair at his temples, pulling his head up until his eyes met hers again. “Logan, listen to me! I say stop you stop, remember? Stop!”
A shudder ran through him, and she saw awareness return to his eyes. He froze in place, his whole body rigid, searching her eyes and inhaling her scent, and then sat up with a muffled curse. He moved to sit heavily on the edge of the bed, face turned away from her. He rubbed a hand over his face, sucking in harsh breaths as he got himself under control. “I scared you,” he said, his voice flat with self-loathing.
“No,” she said, and stopped short as he turned a cynical gaze on her. “I mean, yes, but just at the end.” She felt like she was on the edge of tears. She was still so aroused she wanted to throw herself at him and damn the consequences, but the ever-present fear of her skin ran too deep. She could not allow herself be reckless, could not take that risk knowing that he might be the one to pay the price.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, hearing her own voice thick with unshed tears. “Logan, I wish I could explain better. Everything you did, I wanted.” A ripple of the muscles in his naked back caused her throat to go dry, and she swallowed. “I still want it. I just...I have to know that if I really need you to, you’ll stop. I’m not trying to tease, I know how unfair this must seem, but I can’t do this unless I know that you’ll be able to let me go. It’s...it’s the only way.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, encouraged when he didn’t draw away. She leaned forward, pressing her body shamelessly against his back, whispering in his ear, knowing that she was exposed and vulnerable -- all her fear and loneliness reflected in her voice. “Please understand. Please.”
She squeaked with surprise as he suddenly pulled her around to sit on his lap, face buried in her hair. She felt his chest heave against her as he took deep breaths, and wished she could see his face. “Christ, you’re a lot of work,” he finally grumbled, and she laughed, half-sobbing in relief. His mouth settled on hers again -- his kiss slower this time, seductive and warm, as he brushed a hand gently through her hair. He pulled back, his eyes intent and serious as he studied her. She knew he didn’t understand why, but he at least seemed to understand how important this was to her. “I promise,” he said solemnly. “If you say stop, I’ll let you go. No matter what.”
She felt the relieved tears prickling at the corner of her eyes, before his lips gently kissed them away. He pulled them both towards the center of the bed until he was sitting, leaning back against the headboard. Guided by his warm hand on her thigh, she turned so she was straddling his lap, and they both groaned at the delicious pressure, his chest hair tickling her nipples, his taut belly pressed tight to hers.
His hand smoothed down her back, tightening when it hit the base of her spine to pull her more firmly against him. She instinctively took over the movement, rocking rhythmically against him, feeling the pleasure build again. She leaned down and this time she took control of the kiss, sucking his lower lip into her mouth, slicking her tongue against his, chasing the sweet-smoky taste of whiskey in his mouth and then drawing back to look into his face to see the expression of fierce pleasure she had caused.
He dipped his head to lick and suckle at her breasts, the rasp of his tongue and pull of his lips driving her to grind into his firm body harder and faster. “Logan,” she gasped, as his hands tightened on her hips, his strong grip helping her push into him even harder, as his hips pressed up into hers, circling slightly, driving her to the edge with delicious firm undulations.
“Marie,” he said, closing his eyes, his head thrown back, his body arching into hers. “Fuck, Marie...I need to be inside you.”
“Yes...God, yes,” she said, the thought of it bringing a new rush of wetness, and she saw him inhale the scent, his nostrils flaring. He held out his hand and she held her breath as his claw slid out, watching wide-eyed as he cut the sides of her panties and pulled them off her. He snicked the claw back in and unthinking, she grabbed his hand, licking gently between the knuckles where the skin was newly healed.
“Marie...ah, God, baby...” he shuddered, and she smiled, biting down on the knuckle, making him buck uncontrollably up into her. “Now, baby...please,” he said, and she felt his hands firm on her hips, helping her rise up to her knees. He moved his hands then, winding them into her hair, pressing a hard kiss against her lips before leaning back again, keeping his hands in place so her eyes were fixed on him. “Look at me,” he said, a low gravely command, and she watched his eyes darken with desire as she took him into her body, holding her breath against the sting as she sank down onto him, adjusting to the sensation.
She felt his hands tighten in her hair, but he let her set the pace, the painful stretch giving way to blinding pleasure as her movements became more assured. She found a rhythm that made his eyes snap shut, cords of muscle standing out on his neck as he began bucking underneath her, stretching and filling her with delicious friction.
He ran a rough hand from the small of her back up to press between her shoulder blades, arching her forward into his mouth as he licked and sucked at her breasts, her neck, her lips. She felt pressure rising within her, every sensation in her body coalescing to a point of unbearable tension as she balanced on the knife-edge of sensation. He seemed to know, his hand coming between their bodies to press and circle on a point of unbearable pleasure, his rough voice rasping against her skin.
“C’mon baby...so beautiful...let me see you...come for me, darlin’...come now...” The growled command sent her over, and she was shaking, screaming, spasming with the force of it, his body relentlessly pushing into her again and again to sustain and suspend the delicious thick rush of feeling for endless moments. Then she was boneless, dazed, collapsed in a heap against his chest.
She realized he was saying something, and she made the heroic effort to try to process language. “Whuh?” she said.
He laughed, a half-chuckle, half-growl, and God that was sexy. “I said, don’t go to sleep yet. We’re not through.” A slow, slick press of his body into hers to emphasize his point.
“You’re kidding...I can’t...” she started, stunned at the idea.
“Hush, darlin’. You can and will. I could make you come for me all night long if I wanted. Do you believe me?” His low, rumbled words left no room for doubt, nor did another long, luxurious thrust of his cock into her warmth, re-igniting a flame deep within her belly. She nodded her dazed head at the simple truth of his words. Tonight her body was his to command.
Another low growl from him at her assent, and then he was lifting, turning her, his breath again hot on her neck, his voice low in her ear as he placed her hands so they were grasping the top edge of the headboard.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he murmured, and then he was pushing into her from behind, hot and hard, wet and slick, spreading her knees to go deeper. She gasped with the shock of the sensation caused by the new angle. She felt his hand roaming her front, tracing the taut line of her neck, teasing her breasts, dipping low to circle and stroke against her tender slick skin. And then soon he was beyond teasing, his gentle rocking thrusts becoming wild and uncontrolled as he pounded into her, fucking her with primal abandon.
She knew this was a display of dominance on his part as he arched over her, rubbing his scent on her, marking her with his hands and mouth, claiming her with the relentless press of his body into hers, pushing her heedlessly toward another orgasm. She knew it and yet she gloried in it, raw shocks of pleasure coursing through her as he ground his body into hers. She held tight to the headboard, seeking the leverage to push back against him, driving him deeper, answering his wildness with her own, hearing the low growls and rough noises he was making with every movement of his body into hers.
She was so close, she felt her whole body tense and she turned her head to see him, the dark force of his hazel eyes burning a path through her body to the place where they were joined. Unconsciously she licked and then bit her lower lip at the sight of him and she saw his attention snap there. Suddenly his hands came down hard over hers on the headboard and she felt the glide under the smooth skin of his palms as his claws snapped out reflexively, and then he was coming hard, shuddering against her, growling deep and low against her skin.
The feel of him losing control sent her over, a blaze of sensation washing over her as he clasped her closer, his belly damp with sweat pressed hard against her back, his fists clenching rhythmically on her hips as his body pulsed within her, short rough thrusts of his hips drawing out the sensation, making her shudder and keen with the hot liquid force of her orgasm.
This time they collapsed together, Logan pulling Marie close to his side, still feeling her body shake with aftershocks. He smoothed her hair, nestling her head into his shoulder, as a warm satisfaction relaxed every muscle in his body.
“Don’t let me fall asleep,” she slurred, and he smiled. She was mostly asleep already.
“Sure, darlin’,” he said, watching with amusement the laxness take her muscles as she slid into slumber. He heaved a satisfied sigh, enjoying the soft trusting weight of her body pressed against his, and let his own mind drift into sleep.
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Logan lay propped up on one elbow, watching Marie sleep. He had been watching her for more than an hour now, as the pale light of dawn spread to a warm golden glow across her skin. At some point in the night she had managed to get the sheet twined around her. He was tempted to untangle the sheet from her body so that he could feel her pressed against him again, but for now she looked so delicious in sleep that he did not have the heart to disturb her.
Instead he just studied the rise and fall of her breath underneath her lush breasts, the lingering flush on her cheeks, her lips swollen by the force of his kisses. One silver lock was stuck to her cheek, and he traced it with a fingertip, tucking it behind her ear.
He alternated between admiring her -- so adorable and fuckable that he wanted to cuddle and corrupt her all at once -- and luxuriating in thoughts of what he would do to her when she awoke. He had promised to show her everything. He thought he would start by tasting her...
Suddenly her eyelids fluttered, and he was looking into her deep brown eyes. “Mornin’,” he rumbled, smiling.
For an instant she smiled back, her eyes still hazy with sleep, but as he watched the smile melted from her face, replaced by a dawning look of horror. He smelled her fear, keen and acrid in the air. He felt a coldness spreading in his chest, and then a wave of hot fury burning it away.
“What the fuck, Marie?”
She was frantically trying to cover herself, scrabbling away from him, back towards the headboard. Goddamn her, she had given him the best night of his life, and now she was horrified to wake up next to him? Didn’t even want him to look at her? Daylight comes and you’re just a whore to her, he thought, the anger welling up within him and making his knuckles itch.
“Jesus Christ, Marie -- all of a sudden you’re too good for me?” He practically spat the words at her.
“Logan, wait...just let me explain...” she was pressed up against the headboard, still trying to cover every inch of her with the sheet.
“Don’t fuckin’ run away from me,” he snarled. As she frantically tried to push back even further, one foot slipped out from under the sheet and he grabbed her ankle, pulling her down the bed towards him.
“NO! Logan, let GO!”
He opened his mouth to reply, but in the next instant his jaw snapped shut, clenched against the unbearable pain. He felt every inch of his skin blaze in agony as every muscle in his body seized. He felt like his bones were breaking, tendons snapping. Through a red haze of pain, he saw Marie’s terrified face, eyes wide, mouth moving to form words he couldn’t hear over the roaring in his ears. He realized that his hand was still gripping her ankle so hard he could feel the bones rub together under her skin, and her fingers were desperately trying to loosen his grip.
I’m hurting her, he realized, and with a guttural howl of effort he managed to pry his own fingers off her skin.
Suddenly the pain ceased. He still felt his heart pounding, breath rasping, body aching, but the unbearable torment had stopped as if a switch had been thrown. He could hear Marie’s words now.
“...I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”
She seemed to suddenly realize she was free, and launched herself off the bed. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, one more time, before turning to run toward the door.
“Miss Frost!” he heard her cry out, as he slid into unconsciousness.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
"Dr. Girlfriend...I thought this was supposed to be a simple, PWP story. Why the hell is it turning out to be five chapters long, and more than ten thousand words? And how the hell are six thousand of those words pure smut?"
"I'm glad you asked, Dear Reader. I have no damn idea. And as for the lengthy smut, I tried to get them to wrap it up. I tapped my foot impatiently, and cast meaningful glances at my watch. But Logan and Marie just wanted to take their sweet time with this. So blame those two little horny characters, not me."
"I'm glad you asked, Dear Reader. I have no damn idea. And as for the lengthy smut, I tried to get them to wrap it up. I tapped my foot impatiently, and cast meaningful glances at my watch. But Logan and Marie just wanted to take their sweet time with this. So blame those two little horny characters, not me."
Chapter End Notes:
Please review! :-D One more chapter to go, I think.