Page 4 of The Fake Affair

He hums against me, the vibration pushing me to the edge. His tongue circles once more, presses hard, and I shatter, my orgasm tearing through me in waves so intense I see stars. My thighs clamp around his head, my whole body shudders, but he doesn’t stop.

He keeps licking me through it, slower now, tender, coaxing every drop of pleasure from me until I’m limp beneath him, boneless and gasping.

“Fuck!” I yell, overwhelmed, undone.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, breath warm against my inner thigh. “Let me give you something you won’t forget in a hurry.”

I don’t get a chance to respond. Before I’ve even caught my breath, Logan scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing. His chest is warm against mine, his heartbeat steady as he carries me to the kitchen.

“This is madness,” I whisper, breath hitching.

“Yes, it is,” he agrees, and that damn smirk is back. “But you’re not tellin’ me to put you down, are you?”

“No,” I say, voice shaky. “Not even close.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The marble island is cold beneath my bare skin as he sets me down. I gasp, the contrast shocking, but he steps between my legs before I can say a word. His body radiates heat—his cock thick and ready—and I want all of him.

"You're impossible," I whisper, dragging my nails up his sides, leaning in until our lips barely touch.

“And you're crazy if you thought I wouldn't want this.”

My laugh is sharp with lust. "Oh, you think you're doing me a favor, Mr. Fraser?"

"I'll make sure you remember this."

His hips press into mine, hard and hot, and I moan, the contact electric. My fingers trail down his stomach, past the taut ridges of muscle, until I wrap them around his cock.

“Bella,” he growls, warning rough in his voice.

“What?” I purr, stroking him with slow, steady confidence. “I thought you wanted me to remember?”

“Bloody hell,” he groans, his hands gripping my thighs tighter. His head falls back, the sight of it making me ache.

I smile, wicked and triumphant. My thumb teases the tip of him, slick and hot, and he hisses through his teeth.

“I’m feeling a little hungry,” I murmur, sliding off the countertop. My breasts bounce as I land, and his eyes go dark.

“I plan to ravage you,” he growls, voice feral.

“Not yet.” I interrupt him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. I take him into my mouth slowly, relishing the size and heat of him, the way he groans and fists my hair.

“Oh Jesus,” he swears, pushing deeper.

I take him again and again, letting him fuck my mouth just the way he wants. I moan around him, letting the vibration drive him wild, feeling his control fray.

“Enough,” he rasps, dragging me up by the shoulders. “You’ll ruin me before we even get to the bed.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Oh, love,” he mutters darkly, “you’ll regret that.”

He carries me, breath ragged, into the bedroom. The sheets are cool against my overheated skin as he lays me down. I watch him, heart pounding, desire still thrumming under my skin.

“Logan,” I whisper, voice softer now, raw with everything this night has become.

Before I know it, he’s inside me. Stretching me in the most delicious way. I cry out, breath stuttering as my body clenches around him, the thickness of him pushing deeper until I feel it everywhere. He fills me completely, the pressure hitting so deep I can feel it low in my belly, a thick, aching pulse that spreads with every slow thrust.

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