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I braced a hand near her hip and grabbed my dick with the other.
"Arlys." I looked at her, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. "There's never been anyone else but you."
"I want you inside me, Logan. Please?"
I gripped, hard.
I knew that if I didn't, I'd likely lose it with just the feel of her heat around me.
I wasn't at all prepared for the reality of it.
When her pussy wrapped around the head of his cock, it felt like an open-mouthed kiss, warm and inviting.
I squeezed my eyes closed, my teeth grinding together.
I felt like I might pass the fuck out, but I couldn't let it happen.
Her eyes were on me and then moved down.
As she watched, I sank into her.
Feeling her stretch around me.
The heat, wet, pulling on my dick, swallowing me whole.
Fuck.
She brought her knees up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
The last conscious thought I had was to kiss her.
I barely managed not to crush her as I fell over her.
"Give me your eyes, honey. Look at me."
The look in her eyes was open, wonderous... needy.
"You..." She sucked in a breath through her parted lips. "Give me... you."
What else could I do?
I gave it to her.
I gave her everything.
Chapter
Twelve
LOGAN "Thief" ZANE
My world was changing by the second.
I woke up with Arlys asleep next to me. Warm and smelling like she always did. Soft and sweet.
I admit, I wanted to touch her. Kiss her.
Show her that she was still the only woman I'd ever loved.
