Page 79 of Unspoken

I push in deeper, into that forbidden heat. Move my finger within him. In and out. Until he’s mewling like a little kitten and his nails dig into my skin. The thought that he’s allowing this, that he wants it, sends a thrill through me. So I finger fuck him first. I do it slow and carefully.

Then I pull out and I lean in to capture his lips with mine, our mouths moving together in a tender, passionate dance. "I'm sorry if it hurts at first," I murmur against his lips.

"Shut up and put your massive dick in me, Logan," Sasha replies, a hint of impatience in his tone. Impatience and fear. And need. His words ignites my arousal even further.

I reach for a condom I left on the bedcover, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it onto my erection. Positioning myself between Sasha's legs, I press my cock against his entrance and begin to push forward, feeling the resistance give way as I enter him.

Sasha's breath catches in his throat. His fingers dig into my shoulders again, nails bound to leave marks. I continue to slide into him. I can see the pain etched on his face, but there's also a fierce determination in his eyes–a willingness to endure whatever it takes to be with me. A willingness to endure to get to paradise.

"Wrap your legs around me," I order roughly.

Sasha complies, his legs encircling my waist as I begin to move inside him. The sensation is almost too much to bear–thetight heat of Sasha's body surrounding me, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a variety of emotions.

"Breathe, baby," I murmur against his lips. "It'll get better soon, I promise."

My thrusts are gentle and measured, mindful of the tender, uncharted territory we're navigating together. Sasha's body is responding to the growing pleasure that eclipses the initial pain. Each time my cock brushes against his prostate, a cry escapes from his lips, like a sweet melody that fuels my own arousal.

The air is charged, the room alive with the sound of our ragged panting and whispered endearments. Our bodies are slick with sweat. As we move in tandem, I realize that this isn't just sex anymore—this is something far more profound, an act of surrender and healing for both of us.

"Logan," Sasha gasps, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulls me down for another searing kiss. His tongue slides against mine, the taste of him making me dizzy with need. "I'm so close...please..."

"Touch yourself,mylash," I breathe against his ear, my voice hoarse, almost gone. Sasha obeys, his hand moving between us to grip his cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts. The sight of him like this—flushed, beautiful, and completely mine—is almost enough to send me over the edge.

"Logan...I’m go—" Sasha's voice breaks on a moan, his body tensing as he reaches the brink. Together, we tumble headfirst into ecstasy, our cries mingling in the still, stuffy night air. Sasha's cum spills onto my chest, hot and slick, just as I find my own release deep inside him.

Exhausted, I pull out gently and discard the condom, then grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean us up to the best of my abilities in this condition. All this while Sasha is laying on my bedcovers, naked, cheeks red, cock soft.

Once I finish my quick post-sex ritual, I collapse beside him. Immediately, he reaches for me. Our limbs get all tangled up. Even our hearts pound in unison when with a strange satisfied smile, he lays his head on my chest. I wrap my arms around him protectively and draw in a lungful of oxygen, needing it more than anything right now.

"It was…different," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "Not what I expected."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I rake my fingers through his messy hair.

"I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing."

"You’re going to be sore for a bit. I can run a bath if you want."

"Maybe later. I just want you to hug me for now."

"Okay."

I press a lingering kiss to his forehead, knowing what it means, knowing for a fact that whatever it is, it’s more than just sex. My entire being has been rewired to protect him. I can’t turn back, can’t undo it.

Sunlight filters through the half-shut curtains, casting a soft morning glow across our bare, entwined bodies. I’m awake, have been for a while now, humming with satisfaction from last night’s sex. I should be getting up, maybe making us breakfast, but I don’t want to disturb Sasha. I want to stay like this with his limbs woven with mine and his chest pressing up to my side for as long as I can.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had this feeling. This feeling of complete delight. I recognize it. I experienced something similar during those pockets of calm with August. But in the end,his need to be out and my desire to keep our relationship to ourselves caused us to argue too much. The spark disappeared.

With Sasha, I don’t want the spark to disappear.

God, he’s been made for me. That’s exactly how it felt last night when I marked him as mine, that’s exactly how it feels right now when he’s sleeping soundlessly next to me.

What have you gotten yourself into, Logan?

I feel Sasha stir, his breath changing as he wakes up. Turning my head to him, I find him already looking at me, expression filled with uncertainty despite everything that I did to his body already.

"Morning," I rasp out. Apparently, my voice is shot to shit from all of last night’s action.

"Morning, Muscle," Sasha replies jokingly but I can tell he’s trying to downplay it. Like it’s not a big deal for him.

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