Page 150 of Meet Me in the Valley
“Yes.”
His tongue drags a hot, slow path straight to my dripping core, and a raw moan rips out of me.
“And your soul?” he growls, his tongue plunging deep, curling inside me as I claw the sheets with trembling hands.
“Y-yes,” I pant, breathless as he worships me with his mouth.
He pulls back, trailing kisses higher. My body locks up as he spits—warm and filthy—on my tight little puckered hole. The slick heat drips downward, making my pussy clench hard.
“And this juicy, perfect ass? I own that too?”
Oh, God.
I lift my head just enough to smirk over my shoulder. “Your name is on it. What do you think?”
Logan spears me with a thick finger before I can even form my next thought. My body jerks forward, breath hitching, but he’s not done—not even close.
His other hand grips the cheek with his name tattooed on it, hard enough to leave prints, his thumb circling my tight ring of muscle, slick with his spit as he works it in with maddening precision.
“I think it’s time I fuck that brat right out of you and claim this tight little asshole for myself,” he growls, voice thick with heat. “You mightownme, Tia—but don’t forget whose name you’ll be choking on for the rest of your goddamn life.”
A sharp and needy whimper escapes me, my entire body arching into his hold like I’ve been waiting for this exact moment.
My skin is on fire. All I can feel is him—his fingers, his voice, the weight of his name seared into my body, the way he looks at me like he’s worshipping something sacred and ruining it all at once.
And God help me, I want every filthy second of it.
Logan pushes his thumb deeper into my ass, my breaths turning ragged with every inch he claims. The initial sting fades, melting into a sharp, pulsing pleasure that makes my thighs tremble.
Then his tongue dives back into my pussy. It’s fast, lewd, and fuckingperfect. I lose what little control I have left. His mouth fucks me while his thumb presses in deeper, stretching me in tandem, until I’m gasping his name like a sinful prayer.
“OhGod,” I cry out, my orgasm coiling tight, low in my belly like a fuse waiting to blow.
Logan’s tongue finds my clit, and I scream a raw, unfiltered sound as he flicks it ruthlessly, over and over, pushing me higher and higher, every nerve in my body firing all at once.
“I’m so close,” I moan, grinding back against his face, desperate and undone. “Make me come.”
“Mmmh,” he groans into me, tongue and thumb working in perfect, punishing rhythm as he drags me to the edge and shoves me straight over it.
Logan doesn’t ease up. He devours me through the high, relentless and ravenous, as my body seizes around his thumb—tight, trembling, every muscle locked with ecstasy. I’m still falling off the peak of my release, caught in wave after wave, my cries wild and unrestrained.
The sounds spilling from my lips aren’t human. They’re raw, obscene, otherworldly. I’ve forgotten language, forgotten control. All I know is Logan and the way he’s tearing me apart and putting me back together with every brutal, beautiful movement.
He pulls his mouth from my clit just long enough to show me mercy as I gasp for air—then I feel it.
The thick, heavy slap of his cock against my soaked entrance.
“Now I’m gonna own this pussy,” he growls, wrecked and feral. “And show you exactly just how much I fucking missed you, baby.”
Then he thrusts—hard—burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, hips crashing into my ass with force. I cry out, eyes rolling back as he fills me so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.
His thumb stays right where it is, fucking into my tight hole in perfect rhythm with his hips, as he pounds into me from behind with raw, unfiltered hunger.
The sounds echoing off the walls are enough to unravel me—heavy breaths, the sharp smack of skin on skin, and the filthy, desperate moans we rip from each other like confessions.
It’s beensolong since we’ve touched like this. No barriers, no hesitation. Just raw, aching need. Every inch of my body doesn’t just belong to him—itworshipshim. It calls out to him on instinct. With every punishing thrust, he carves the truth into my bones: I’m his, and I don’t get to walk away from us ever again.
Logan slides his thumb from my ass and bends over me, pressing his slick chest to my back. His guttural, possessive groan pours straight into my ear and sends a cascade of shivers down my spine. Our sweat clings, slick and intimate, sealing us together like we can’t bear to be apart after everything.
