Page 31 of Annika's Aurora

Logan winced, her jibe landing dead center. Seeing the hurt and fire in her eyes, knowing he’d put it there, dampened his own anger.

She made to storm past him, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her into him. “I was so scared he was going to hurt you,” he breathed, placing his forehead against hers. He’d never survive it if he lost her, having just got her back. “I can’t lose you.”

She sighed and placed her hands against his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. “You won’t. I’m here, Logan. I’m fine. And I’m not going anywhere.”

She crushed her mouth to his, her hot tongue pushing past the barrier of his lips. He moaned, grasped her hips, and pulled her closer, taking control of the kiss. His tongue tasted her sweet mouth greedily. He needed more of her. More kisses. More skin beneath his hands.

With that thought in his mind, he slid his hands behind her, one slipping under her sweater, his fingertips skimming the soft skin of her back. It was her turn to moan as she pressed herself against him, a sound that shot straight to his cock.

He caressed her cheek with his other hand as he kissed her. Feather-light fingers drifted down her neck until he was cupping her breast through her sweater. She whimpered and pressed herself more fully into his hand. He ran his thumb over her pebble-hard nipple, and she trembled in his arms.

He had to see her. Had to touch her. He grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. The puckered scar on her shoulder drew his attention momentarily, causing his gut to roll. He ignored the turmoil flowing inside him at the thought of her pain and focused on her pleasure instead. His hand went to her breast again, the lace of her bra doing nothing to protect it from his greedy touch. He kissed his way from her lips to her neck, reaching his tongue out to taste her pulse point.

He growled when he saw the red marks on her neck where Petersen had held her. Then his tongue slipped out to soothe the marks on her perfect skin, intending to erase those blemishes with his passion.

He moved his mouth steadily lower until he reached the swell of her breasts. He lifted his head away from her skin for a moment to look at her as he released the clasp of her bra, the lace fluttered to their feet.

In awe, he raised a hand and caressed her, the rosy bud tightening as he drew his thumb across it.

“Fuck, Sunfire, you’re perfect.” He lowered his head, taking it into his mouth. Annika gasped and arched her back, pressing more of herself into him. He sucked, licked, and teased until she was squirming in his arms. Then he moved to the other breast, affording it equal attention.

Sliding his hands around her, he grabbed her ass and lifted until the heat between her legs was against him. She groaned and swiveled her hips, grinding herself against him. He nearly came out of his skin at the sensation, his cock stiffening unbearably hard.

He lifted her higher, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Supporting her against the wall, with his hands under her ass, his mouth swathed her breast again as she arched her back. She rocked herself against him, and he cursed the invention of clothes.

The sound of her gasps awakened something feral inside him, and he couldn’t help but wonder what sounds she would make when he was deep inside her. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted his next breath. He needed to feel her heat encase him. Needed to feel her pulsing around his cock. He had to know if she felt the same way.

“Annika,” he breathed, his lips brushing the soft skin of her neck. “I want you. I need you.” He held his breath, waiting for her response as his dick throbbed uncomfortably against his zipper.

“Please,” she whimpered and rocked herself against him again. That was all it took. He turned them and walked down the hall to her room, Annika still wrapped around him. He didn’t bother with lights as he placed her on the bed and followed her down, her arms and legs wrapping around him again.

He kissed her as she struggled to get his shirt off. Taking pity on her, he moved to help. He tore his shirt off over his head then watched as she wiggled out of her pants, her tits bouncing with the movements. Every cell in his body was on fire as he watched her sexy wiggle.Fuck, that was hot.He could hardly breathe; he’d never seen anything as sexy as that.

Logan rushed to remove his shoes and pants and rejoined her on the bed. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure to watch.” She shivered when he murmured into her ear, and a blush traveled up her neck to her cheeks. He pressed his body against hers. Skin to skin. He was free to enjoy the sensations this time as he ran his hands down to cup her ass. Grabbing her under one thigh, he hitched her leg up over his hip, opening her up for him as he settled between her thighs. He kissed and licked his way to her breast. He couldn’t get enough of feasting on her perfect tits.

Trailing a hand down her side, he released her breast and watched her bite her lip when he followed the seam of her thigh until he found her core. She was slick with her desire, hot and wet. He parted her with his fingers and found her hot little clit. She cried out his name as he flicked his thumb across it. Arching her back, she squirmed against his hand, wanting more. He obliged, sliding a finger then two inside her. He moaned. She was wet and oh so tight. He toyed with her, bringing her just to the brink.

“Please, Logan. Please. I need you,” she moaned.

He stopped suddenly. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure? I’m clean, we get annual checks at Nighthawk. But are you sure?”

“God, Logan, I’m clean too, but if you are not inside me in the next two seconds, I may just scream.”

He chuckled as he moved over her and cupped her head with both his hands. “Let’s see if I can make you screamwhileI’m inside of you,” he teased, the tip of his cock just breaching her core. Her heat encased him as he slowly entered her. She was so tight he was afraid he would hurt her. She raised her knees, and he slipped deeper. They both groaned. Suddenly, he was in her to the hilt.

She was made for him; they fit so perfectly. He rotated his hips and withdrew, then plunged in again. A wave of awe rushed over him. He was inside Annika, and she felt like heaven. Nothing had ever felt so right during the last fifteen years as being buried deep inside of this gorgeous woman who was moaning beneath him.

“Fuck, Annika. You feel so perfect. I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Oh God, Logan,” she sighed. “It feels better than I ever dreamed it would.”

He took a moment to enjoy the sensation of her moist heat wrapped around him as he tenderly kissed her lips. Then he moved again, rocking his hips. Gliding out and back in, her inner muscles clamping onto him with each thrust. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, but he wanted to make this good for her. He reached between their bodies and found her clit, pinching it as he moved within her. She screamed, shattering in his arms, her orgasm shuddering through her so suddenly. Her tight walls pulsed around him, strangling his cock. He smiled and helped her ride it out. Making it last.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. Gritting his teeth to delay his own impending orgasm, he placed a hand under her ass, changing the angle to thrust harder and faster. He brought her desire back up to the peak again. Flicking her clit with his fingers, he plied her nipple with his tongue, working interchangeably between the two. Flick, lick. Flick, lick. She trembled and wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his back.

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