Page 55 of Dark Side of the Laird
“Make love to me. Give me strength to last until ye come for me in truth.”
I couldn’t refuse him. How could I? This could be the last time I ever saw him. “Yes. Yes,” I murmured, pressing my lips to his. Then I stared at him. “How should I do it? I can’t get your bonds undone.”
He grinned up at me. A piece of that wicked, delicious man still present behind the bruised outer shell. “Just like I taught ye, love. Ye be the one in control.”
“No.” I shook my head. “My body may be controlling yours, but I would never take away your will.”
“God, I love ye,” he said. “This is my will. I want ye desperately. Let me live off this memory.”
I kissed him again, frantically, my body coming alive with each slide of my tongue over his. I wished he could touch me. Wanted so desperately to feel his hands on my back, my hips, my breasts. To feel the slide of his thumb over my cheek, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Soon,” I whispered, more to myself. “Soon, you will be safe.”
I climbed onto the table, wood splinters biting into my knees. Logan was already hard, his cock jutting from his pelvis, rigid, stiff and a drop of moisture on the tip.
“Put me inside ye,” he begged. “Please, love.”
“Don’t beg me, Logan. You don’t beg. Logan Grant demands.”
He closed his eyes, and I could see in that moment how very desperate he’d become. How broken. I needed to make him whole again.
“I want you so bad, baby,” I said, straddling him, and leaning over his chest to kiss his lips. My breasts brushed against his chest, the crisp hair on his chest making my nipples pucker and burn for him. Logan hissed a breath. “Am I hurting you?” I asked.
“Nay. Ye give me strength.” His muscles tightened beneath me and he shifted up, showing me with his body how determined he was.
“I want to give you everything,” I whispered.
“I only ask for your heart.”
I nuzzled the side of his neck. “You have it.”
“I love ye,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” I murmured against his lips. I kissed him deeply, passionately, hoping that every ounce of love I felt came through that kiss. Wanting to heal every wound, close every slice, mend every bruise.
I reached between us, gripping his thick cock and slid it between my wet folds, finding my center slick and ready. I pushed back, taking the length of him in deep.
“Och, aye, lass.” Logan ground, his jaw clenching tight, but his eyes wide on mine. “I can feel every bit of ye. Tight, wet, hot. ’Tis hard to imagine ye’re not here with me.”
“I’m here, Logan. Every bit of me.” I moaned, rolling my hips forward and back. I wanted to grip his chest, feel the muscles shift beneath my fingertips but I was afraid I’d hurt him, so I slowly, gently, slid my palms up his arms to his hands where they were strapped, and entwined my fingers with his. “And I won’t leave until whatever power brought us together, tears me from your arms.”
“Even when ye’re not here, ye’re here. In my heart,” he said.
“Oh, Logan, you have no idea.”
I bent forward again, kissing him as our bodies rocked. He bucked his hips, sliding in and out of me, and I matched his rhythm. With every moment we were joined, he grew stronger, as though my body gave him resilience and power.
“I wish this could last forever,” I said.
“It does, lass, in our minds.”
Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I felt his pulse beat against my lips. “Your heart is growing stronger.”
“As I said, ye give me strength, love. Strength to keep going.”
“I can’t live without you.” Tears welled in my eyes again.
“Dinna say that.”
