Read Wicked Lovers 05 Belong to Me Online
Authors: Shayla Black
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Erotica, #Adult
Wicked Lovers 05 Belong to Me (47 page)
“Give me everything, Logan.”
He moaned against the sensitive skin of her neck. “When you say it like that, Cherry—God, it turns me on.”
Tara felt that in the next moment when he pressed his hard cock against the cheek of her ass, then eased his fingers past her rosette again. One, then two . . . until he added a third. The burn intensified until her skin seemed to be on fire. She hissed in pleasure and thrust back, gyrating to impale herself deeper.
Logan stilled her with a firm grip on her hip. “Easy, baby. We’re taking this slow. I want this to go down as smooth as possible.”
“I’m ready.”
“Soon. Be patient.”
She moaned in frustration, then cried out when he pressed his fingers deeper into her backside. “Now!”
“Do I have to drag out the ropes and discipline to make you behave?”
Someday—probably soon—he would. Tara could picture herself bound helplessly to his bed while he tormented her body slowly, mercilessly, until she begged him to fill her anywhere, everywhere.
Today, she understood his need for a gentler approach. They were mutually acknowledging not only pleasure, but the bond of their love for one another. Every touch felt profound.
With firm, slow strokes, he thrust his fingers deeper into her backside, spreading tender kisses across her back. “How’s that, Cherry?”
Heavenly
. She whimpered at those thick fingers inside her. She felt invaded and somehow conquered—yet still loved. Logan was opening her up to one of the most intimate acts possible, yet with every word and deed, he treated her with care, mindful of her pleasure and pain. And there was a bit of both that blended together to saturate her with startling pleasure.
. She whimpered at those thick fingers inside her. She felt invaded and somehow conquered—yet still loved. Logan was opening her up to one of the most intimate acts possible, yet with every word and deed, he treated her with care, mindful of her pleasure and pain. And there was a bit of both that blended together to saturate her with startling pleasure.
He stilled. “Answer me.”
“So good,” she moaned.
“When I get inside you, it’s going to sting, maybe even hurt a bit.”
“I want to give myself to you, please you.”
Logan leaned across her back, wrapping his arm around her to caress her belly. “The beautiful submissive I’ve always wanted inside the perfect woman I’ll always love. I feel humbled.”
Bliss exploded through her heart, then magnified as he glided his hand down her belly, settling it possessively over her mound. As one of his fingers slid between her slick folds, grazing her clit, Tara eased her head back on a slow groan.
Logan dropped his chin over her shoulder until they touched cheek to cheek. The rough coolness against the fever heating hers flared more need inside her, spinning a heavy ache all through her blood. She arched, melting into him.
“I feel so desired,” she whispered.
With a gentle withdrawal, Logan removed his fingers from her backside, then spread more lube over the tender area. He disappeared for a moment, and Tara listened to the sounds he made around the room—the opening of a drawer, then ripping of cardboard, the clink of plastic. Vaguely, she wondered what he was doing, then decided it didn’t matter. Whatever he did was for her greater pleasure, their heartfelt connection. Eyes still closed, she smiled as he made his way back to the bed and the mattress behind her dipped under his weight.
“You
are
desired, Cherry. I’ve always wanted you.” He aligned himself behind her, hand curled around her hip, and fit the bulbous head of his cock against her rosette. “I will always want you.”
are
desired, Cherry. I’ve always wanted you.” He aligned himself behind her, hand curled around her hip, and fit the bulbous head of his cock against her rosette. “I will always want you.”
A gasp replaced her reply as he eased into her, one slow torturous inch at a time. Her flesh stretched. The burn returned. Logan was not just longer, but thicker, and he paused when the tight ring of muscle there resisted his entry.
“You’re going to be okay, baby. Take a deep breath for me. That’s it. Relax. Good girl. Now arch your back and push out.”
She did so as he used his hands to spread her cheeks apart, opening her even wider just for him. As he pushed forward, she braced herself, willing him past the constriction to fill her deep.
“Damn, this is so . . .” He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so tight. The sight of you taking me here is killing me. I want all of you. Relax for me a bit more. Keep pushing out. Yeah.” The sound was a long moan.
Then with a last push that flared her full of searing pain, he slid past the fist-tight muscles and sank inside her.
A whole new explosion of sensations opened up to her, the deeper he sank. The burning no longer lit her skin, but fired her muscles, igniting her very core. Having him in her pussy was always a pleasure that she could barely put into words, but this felt somehow more intimate, their connection so wordless yet absolute. Everything about the hushed whisper of sheets blending with their mutual moans, in rhythm to their slow, synchronized thrusts felt sacred.
Finally, Logan slid completely home and wrapped one arm tightly around her, as if he never wanted to let go. “We’ll take our time because I’d never want to hurt you. I don’t know how long I can hold out against this kind of pleasure, but I want you to feel utterly filled and fulfilled. So I need you to take everything I want to give you, Cherry.”
He flexed his hips, pressing in just a bit deeper, making her gasp. Making her need even more.
“I will, Logan,” she gasped. “Whatever you want.”
He hugged her tighter. “Thank you for your trust. Spread your legs a bit wider. Perfect.”
Suddenly, something cool and slick probed at the entrance to her pussy, then forged inside, up, up, up, filling her until she thought she’d burst. Then a buzzing sounded between them—and massaged every nerve lining the walls of her pussy.
With Logan in her ass, her sex had less space to accommodate the vibrator, and Tara felt every twitch of both toy and man. He held the vibrator deep inside her, its flared tip against her cervix, the outer wings stroking across her swollen clit, as he slowly shoved deep inside her rectum in a slow glide that had her holding her breath.
The air smelled of her arousal. Her desperate moans began to fill the air as he awakened every sensation in her pussy, her ass, and those tingles tightened into an ache that sent her thrusting back against him in a silent plea for more.
Never had she felt anything so consuming. When she fell off this edge of need, it would be into a chasm of pleasure unlike any other because it involved her whole body, her whole heart. And the man she loved would go with her, well pleased with the knowledge that she would do anything with or for him because she trusted him completely.
Behind her, sweat broke out across his chest, mixed with the fine sheen of perspiration slicking her back. Again he plunged into her, driving harder. Urgency tightened his fingertips, which held her still and at his mercy while he fucked her with that vibrator and his thick, unrelenting cock.
Blood rushed into her clit and the nerves around her rosette—everywhere he touched. The heartbeat surpassed her hard breathing in her head until all she could hear was the roar of her blood rushing. The sensations tightened, began to converge. Tara sobbed. Logan was going to overwhelm her, and she welcomed the chance to completely surrender. He would know then how totally she belonged to him and always would.
“Your back is flushing rosy,” he panted. “Your ass is so tight on me, baby. You ready to come?”
“Yes!” She barely managed to find the breath to sob out.
He shoved the vibrator in another quarter inch and pulled it right against the front wall of her pussy, so it pulsated against that sensitive spot behind her clit, even as the exterior wings feathered over the screaming little bud.
“Take me!” he shouted and plunged into her over and over as fast and deep as he could.
Sensations multiplied, unrelenting. Every ache he created in her pussy, clit, and ass all united to create one huge supernova that had her screaming and fisting the sheets, crying his name, as her body burst with the most white-hot, sublime pleasure she’d ever experienced.
His breath heavy in her ear, he began to moan, short, frantic sounds as he pounded inside her with one long stroke after another. Then he loosed a long shout so anguished, it was as if pleasure had ripped it from his soul.
“Cherry!”
Tara took him, bucked with him. Still not finished with her first orgasm, it stretched into another as she felt the splash of his hot release inside her.
As their movements settled, stilled, he pulled the vibrator from her pussy and turned it off. The only sound in the room now was their harsh breathing as he collapsed to the bed on top of her, still buried deep in her ass.
“You are incredible,” he whispered.
She turned her head, and he kissed her temple, her cheek as she murmured, “Hey, you stole my line.”
He palmed her head gently. “I meant everything I said. I love you. I want to marry you.”
Their lovemaking had suffused her with an inner glow already, but it brightened even more at his words. “I meant what I said. I love you, too. I will marry you.” She smiled. “Let’s get this job finished and get on with our lives.”
GET on with our lives
.
.
That handful of words doused Logan with a bucket of water, robbing him of the most vivid euphoria he’d ever experienced in Tara’s arms. Every muscle had been relaxed, his mind cleared of all but happiness and the love that would fill their tomorrows. The getting on with this job part of her speech didn’t disturb him. He looked forward to that. Getting on with their lives even more so.
But Adam Sterling stood between them. Again.
Fuck!
His mind jolting back online, he rose, padded to the bathroom, and started the shower. What the hell was he going to do? Thoughts chased each other in his head. Tell Tara his suspicions about Adam being his mother’s killer because he’d promised he’d keep no more secrets from her? Or wait to tell her until he had something more than circumstantial evidence and a gut feeling? He’d like to . . . but once they made their way off this island, Adam would be waiting. If the fucker had in fact killed Amanda and threatened his own stepdaughter multiple times, then Logan couldn’t risk Tara being alone with him ever again.
Suddenly, he felt a soft hand on her shoulder. “You’re already thinking pretty hard.”
Tara was supposed to be focused on the mission now. This would only mess with her head. And cause a potential rift between them just as they were truly connecting. But he’d lost her once because he hadn’t come clean. History could have easily repeated itself today, if she hadn’t been forgiving. Logan knew better than to risk it a third time.
The warm smile that curled her lips fell. “Something’s really bothering you. What’s wrong?”
“Get in, Cherry.” He helped her into the shower, avoiding her concerned expression as he climbed in after her.
Closing his eyes, he took hold of her face and pressed his lips to hers reverently. He never wanted Tara to doubt his love for her again. Whatever he said, he did so out of caution and devotion . . . though she might not see it that way.
She pulled away. “Logan, you’re scaring me.”
He finally looked at her. “I want you to listen to me with an open mind because I know what I’m about to say will be hard for you to hear. Remember that I would never intentionally hurt you again.”
Apprehension skittered across her face. “O-Okay.”
Logan clutched her against him, praying that she understood his good intentions and that this wasn’t the last time he held her. “Your stepfather killed my mother.”
Chapter Eighteen
T
ARA stared at Logan, her brain replaying his words over and over. They simply wouldn’t compute. He had to be wrong. “No. That’s not—no.”
ARA stared at Logan, her brain replaying his words over and over. They simply wouldn’t compute. He had to be wrong. “No. That’s not—no.”
She tried to thrash out of his embrace. The water from the hot shower should have made her skin slick enough to slip away.
Logan held tight. “Cherry, listen to me. That necklace you’re wearing was my mother’s.”
“You’re wrong. Adam gave it to me.”
“You said earlier that you found it.”
“I did, in his car, but he said he’d bought it for me.”
With a shake of his head, Logan gripped her tighter. “Listen. He kept the necklace as a trophy from his kill. And you found it, so he told you he’d bought it for you to ward off suspicions. But I know that necklace. My father had given it to my mother in a last-ditch attempt to tell her that he cared. She must have been wearing it when Adam killed her, since the police found a thin abrasion around her neck. The medical examiner said it was consistent with something thin and metallic being ripped from her neck. This necklace was the only item missing from the crime scene.”
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