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The silence stretched out between us, but the intensity in his stare had me feeling dizzy with my desire for him.

“You won’t ever have any man but me,” he said deeply, darkly.

A shiver raced up my spine at the way he looked at me, at how those words—that demand—was uttered low, almost menacingly. Logan raked his gaze over the entire length of my body, and I curled my hands into tight fists at my sides, wanting nothing more than for him to touch me, for me to touch him… for Logan to thrust all those thick inches into myverywilling body.

“Tell me you understand that you’re mine and mine alone, Blythe.”

This is crazy. This isn’t reality.

This is the single most incredible moment of my life.

“I’m only yours.”

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Blythe

“You want me.” He didn’t pose it as a question, because Logan knew exactly what I wanted.

I was here. In his room. Wet and ready for him.

But maybe he wanted me to go full-on explicit, telling him I wanted to have his cock between my thighs, splitting me in two. Did he want me to admit I wanted him to pop my cherry, to be the only man I felt deep in my unused body?

’Cause I would. I’d say it. God, I’d say it all.

“Yes,” I whispered. I was soaked as it was, the very image of what he was packingdown thereenough to have any female’s body working overtime to prepare itself. Because in my mind I imagined him really having to work to fit that gloriously thick length into my pussy.

He didn’t speak, just watched me as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt that couldn't hide all his male power. For a second, he didn’t move, his eyes locked on me, as if he was giving me this moment to stop him, to stop this.

Wouldn’t happen.

And my silence was clearly his breaking point, because he all but ripped the material off over his head, tossed it aside, and immediately went for his jeans. But I stilled, froze, as he watched me as silently and intently as a predator would a prey, right before it pounced and attacked.

I swallowed the lump that suddenly lodged itself in my throat as I watched him get naked for me, as I saw every thick outline of his muscular body come into view. His body was a work of art, hard and toned, the very image of what the perfect male form—in my mind—was.

My head was telling me to keep this going, and I realized I was getting undressed without even consciously realizing at first.

Shirt up and off.

Bra unhooked and dropped to the floor.

Pants unbuttoned, unzipped, and shimmied out of.

And last but not least… panties slipped down my thighs and kicked aside.

I was speechless, my throat tight, my mouth dry, as I stood there completely naked, watching as he slowly finished getting undressed. And when his glorious male body was just as nude as I was, my jaw went slack at the monster he sported between his thighs.

I wish I was exaggerating about the latter, but I wasn’t. God, I wasn’t.

Despite the shadows, I could see him perfectly, and for the life of me, I couldn’t take my gaze off his erection. The girth of his cock looked as wide as my wrist, making my insides seize up, more wetness spilling from me as if my body was saying,girl,we need to get you prepared for that.

I didn’t know if I could take all of him, but I sure as hell was going to try. It turned me on immensely just thinking about Logan trying to fit all of that dick in me.

He groaned, and I snapped my gaze to his face.

“You keep staring atit, and I’m liable to come right here.” He was breathing so hard, the sound of air sawing in and out of his lungs filling the interior of the room. “You see what you do to me? How wet are you for me?”

I lowered my focus back to his magnificent cock and swallowed roughly right when he reached down and grabbed the length. His palm was made to stroke that, big and wide, his fingers long so they could wrap fully around. I knew my fingertips wouldn’t even come close to touching if I tried to encircle him.

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