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I cupped her cheek, covering her lips with mine and kissing her briefly before breaking the kiss. "If you want me to stop, say it now. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself if we keep going," I whispered, our faces barely an inch away.

Harper leaned her forehead against mine, and her response was to kiss me harder, slipping her hand down my body and inching my t-shirt higher until she pulled it off me and threw it on the floor. We knelt before each other, shirtless—Harper still had her bra on, and it was such a nuisance, hindering my eyes from the beauty of her breasts.

I reached a hand beneath her chin and tilted her head, caressing her neck with my tongue and kissing her skin softly. My hands snuck behind her back and quickly unclasped her bra. I slid the straps off her shoulders, and her bra fell to the bed. Her boobs took a stand before me in glorious temptation.

"There's no stopping me now," I mumbled.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Harper

Darkness surrounded us, the flashlight cutting through the dark, and I could see his face only vaguely. He was beautiful, and I loved him so dearly. "Kiss me," I heard myself mutter before my brain could process the words.

I wasn't thinking—I didn't want to, thinking would ruin this moment, and I wanted this moment more than anything—I wanted Logan more than anything.

There was some hesitation from him, but all that slipped away in seconds as he crashed his lips against mine, and I felt the waves of the sea carry me away. His kiss was warm, passionate, and feral, it made me think of things one could only imagine in books, but this was real.

"There's no stopping me now," he mumbled before his lips found mine again. It was perfect, and I didn't want it to end—I didn't want him to ever stop—I didn't want our lips to part for a second. I wanted this kiss to last for something longer than forever—Something timeless. I kissed him harder, deeper, longer, wanting him to taste my very desire for him, my want and need for him. He was a thirst in the depth of my soul—an unquenchable hunger eating me up from the inside.

Logan was like a different person tonight—his cold demeanor and composure seemed to have washed away with the storm. I could hardly recognize this part of him or even believe a single word he said to me and how he said them so casually, yet somehow, deep down, I knew he was sincere. Looking at him, and having him so close for the past few days, hadn't been easy.

It had been difficult to resist how much I ached for him, and at this moment, I couldn't care less about anything else except how I felt and how badly I needed him.

Logan pressed a kiss to my neck, his soft breath caressing my neck as his finger strolled down my back and his naked body pressed against mine, sending a throbbing ache through my entire system. My body tensed, my pussy aching, my body craving every inch of him. I wrapped my arms around his back, pressing myself tightly against him and taking his lips for a slow and passionate kiss.

I wound my arms around his neck and threw myself on top of him. Our lips danced in perfect symphony, and I pressed myself down on him, feeling his erection pressed against my cotton skirt—It was such a turn-on. Logan was as stiff as a rock in minutes, and I could feel my wetness grow in my panties. I rubbed against him perpetually, our kiss rough and almost painful.

Logan flipped me over, overpowering me as he got on top of me. He kissed me more intimately, grinding against me, and I could feel my need for him overwhelm me. His lips went up to my neck, and he pressed a kiss to my nape, running his tongue down my cleavage seductively and tickling my skin.

He licked on my skin, tugging it gently, and I moaned softly, "Mm-hmm," loving how hot his tongue felt on my warm body. Logan ran his tongue down my cleavage to the center of my breasts and pulled one of my breasts into his mouth. He was sucking and tugging at my nipple so hard I felt the pain run through my entire body.

He moved to my other nipple, doing the same thing, sucking my nipple like it was a fucking lollipop and making me shudder with excitement. Logan handled my breasts with passion, and it drove me crazy. He trailed his tongue down my stomach, tracing a line down my abdomen to my hips and hovering over my skirt for a bit.

"I like the skirt on you," he said, his voice sounding hoarse with arousal. "Want me to fuck you in it?" I heard him ask. My throat is dry, and I can hardly speak because I'm too turned on. He moaned, holding my gaze, and I could feel my pussy throb erratically.

"Take it off."

"Why?" Logan quizzed, sucking my belly button.

My lungs tighten, and talking is the hardest thing I can think of doing right now. "Logan, please. Touch me. I wanna feel every inch of you."

His eyes flared, passion dancing inside them—dangerous, and I loved it. Logan slid my skirt down my legs, tossing them aside and running his nose up my thighs. My body shuddered as he ran his tongue along and stopped where my thighs met my sex, pressing his nose to my panties, and my stomach clenched tightly. Excitement rushed through my veins, making me feel dizzy, and I bit my lips, spreading my legs wider.

Logan pressed a warm kiss to my pussy, and my head felt like it was spinning around the room. My body froze, and my heart pounded aggressively in my chest. He lodged his head between my thighs, and I felt his warm breath graze my pussy lips through my silk panties. My stomach clenched tightly, my pussy aching for his touch—I needed him. He ran a finger through my panties, putting pressure on them and feeling my wetness.

"You're drenched," he mumbled and licked his finger, stroking me gently through my panties. I thrust my hip, wanting him to do more than just caress me with his finger. Logan stopped, deliberately taunting me. "Please," I begged.

He had his head buried between my thighs with his eyes peering up at me, burning with arousal. It was a sight I enjoyed. It made me hungry for him, and I couldn't take my eyes off him for a second—that need in his eyes was everything to me. Logan yanked my panties off swiftly, ripping them to shreds before covering my sex with his mouth.

My pussy boiled with arousal, the wetness between my thigh growing, and I thought I would implode. Logan ate me well, stroking me gently with his tongue and slipping his tongue inside me. He curled his tongue inside my pussy as he began his thrusts—slow and steady, lapping at my core like a thirsty dog. I sunk my fingers in his hair, clutching it tightly as he continued to invade me with his tongue.

I began pushing down against his mouth rhythmically. His tongue darted firmly within me — sucking, caressing, and causing me to nearly explode.

We both moaned loudly.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling of his tongue thrusting into my core. "Mmmh! F-fuck! Aaaah-ah!" I moaned aloud, and he stopped. Logan slipped off his trousers, moving over to the table where he slipped out a condom and slipped it on. I watched him in awe, walking to the bed in his impeccable skin—he was hot, and I couldn't wait to have him inside of me.

He grabbed my hips, dislodging my grip on him. He yanked me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into me.

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