Page 77 of Puck'N Enemy
“You’ll always be mine, Dylan,” he growls, biting my ear and shattering inside me. A low, guttural groan escapes him as he sinks deep inside me and fills me with his white-hot cum. His cock throbs against my tight channel as he empties himself fully inside me.
It’s a while before either of us can move.
Logan groans and gently pulls himself out of me.
The moment he’s gone, I feel a void deep in my center. I ache for him to fill me right back up again but I know I won’t be able to handle another round.
In our haste, Logan and I didn’t do any prep. He took me raw and bare without even bothering to use any lube.
I start feeling the soreness but I don’t regret any of it.
I wanted this as much as him.
I feel Logan’s warm seeds drip out of my hole as I slowly turn on my back. Every small movement leaves me moaning and aching.
“Don’t move, babe,” Logan says. The mattress creaks as he leaves the bed and walks toward the bathroom.
I lie against the mattress, feeling sore but safe and warm.
Logan comes back into the room with a wet towel and gently starts wiping my hole, my ass cheeks, and my thighs. Alow moan escapes me as his tenderness lights up another fire in my chest.
When he’s done cleaning me up, he lies down beside me and pulls me in his arms. He kisses me but he’s gentler this time.
Resting his forehead against mine, he simply holds me against him. Our breaths mingle, heavy and uneven as we seek comfort from each other.
“You have no idea what it did to me… seeing you like that,” Logan whispers in a hoarse voice. “I thought you were gone. I thought I was too late.”
My heart squeezes painfully. Lifting a shaky hand, I cup Logan’s cheek. Rough stubble scrapes my palm, grounding me to reality. “But you weren’t,” I tell him. “You came for me.”
Logan kisses the heel of my hand like it’s sacred. “I’ll always come for you, Dylan. No matter what it takes, I’ll never leave you behind.”
A lump forms in my throat. After all these years of trying to protect Logan, trying to keep him away from the darkness of my world, I realize it had all been futile.
Logan is already tethered to me. There’ no cutting the bond between us. No matter how far I run, it’ll always bring me back to the love of my life.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “For everything. For leaving you back then, and for leaving you this time. I just didn’t know how else to protect you.”
Shaking his head, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “No more apologies. It’s done. It’s over. You’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
His big hands are careful, gentle, as he traces the fresh welts on my chest with his fingertips. His eyes darken at the sight of them, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leansdown and kisses each mark with reverence, like he could erase the pain with his touch.
“I’m going to take care of you,” Logan murmurs. “Tonight, tomorrow, always.”
I close my eyes, feeling something unclenching inside me. For the first time in a long, long time, I feel safe. Truly safe.
Logan shifts, pulling the blanket over us and covering us with it.
Resting my head against Logan’s chest, I listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat. It’s painfully familiar, making me feel safe and warm.
“I missed this,” I whisper, even though it’s just been a few days since we were last together.
Logan kisses the top of my head. “Me too.”
We stay like this for a long time, the silence soft and comforting, broken only by the rhythm of our breathing. Logan’s fingers gently comb through my hair, relaxing me so well that I feel my eyes droop.
“You should sleep,” he says, noticing my exhaustion. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I tilt my head just enough to look up at him. “Promise?”
