My breath hitched as I backed against the wall, my pulse hammering so loud I could barely hear anything else. The air between us was suffocating, thick with tension, with heat, with the kind of hunger that made my skin prickle.
I could smell him—his cologne, the faint hint of sweat, the undeniable scent of him—and it made my entire body burn. My hands clenched at my sides, trying to hold on to the last shred of sanity I had left. But the way he was looking at me… like he was about to devour me whole…
I never stood a chance.
One second, there was space between us. The next, it was gone. He moved fast, closing the distance, caging me in against the wall. His hands landed on my hips, firm and possessive, yanking me closer. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as my body molded against his—hot, hard muscle against soft, desperate flesh.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing, knowing.
I was. My legs felt like they could give out at any second. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I tried to steady myself, but the second I did, he tilted his head and brushed his lips against my jaw, slow, deliberate. My knees buckled.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
His hands slid lower, gripping the curve of my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. His mouth moved to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too busy feeling—too busy burning.
His lips trailed down my neck, teeth scraping just enough to send a shiver down my spine. My head fell back against the wall as I gasped for air, my body arching into him like I had no control over it. I could feel him—thick, hard, ready—pressing against my stomach, and the thought of him inside me made my thighs clench.
“Say it,” he rasped, grinding against me.
A whimper escaped my throat, my nails raking down his back.
“Say it, Emma.”
“I need you,” I finally choked out. “I fucking need you.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest as his mouth crashed against mine, kissing me like he was starving. It wasn’t slow or careful—it was raw, desperate, consuming. His tongue slid against mine, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before sucking it between his lips, making me moan into his mouth.
His hands roamed everywhere—gripping, exploring, taking. One hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me arch against him. The other slid beneath my dress, fingers skimming up my thigh, higher, higher—
My breath hitched when he found just how wet I was for him.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You’re dripping.”
I whimpered as he slid his fingers against me, teasing, tormenting. My hips bucked, silently begging for more, but he took his time, rubbing slow circles against my clit until I was panting, my hands fisting his shirt like I was drowning.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please what?”
I was too far gone to care about pride. “Please, I need you inside me.”
His groan was guttural as he yanked my dress higher, shoving my panties aside. I barely had time to take a breath before he gripped my thighs and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
The second he slid into me, I felt it everywhere.
A strangled moan tore from my throat as he filled me in one deep, brutal thrust, stretching me, claiming me. He didn’t give me time to adjust—he just fucked me—his hips slamming into mine, his grip bruising, his breath ragged.
“Oh my God—” I gasped, nails digging into his back.
“Mine,” he growled against my mouth, his teeth grazing my jaw. “You’re fucking mine.”
I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. Because right now, I was his.
His cock hit that spot with every brutal thrust, sending white-hot pleasure rippling through my body. My legs tightened around him, my heels digging into his back, forcing him deeper, harder. Every thrust knocked the air from my lungs, every snap of his hips sent me spiraling closer, closer, closer—
“I can feel you,” he gritted out, voice strained, wrecked. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded frantically, too lost in the heat, in the intensity, in him.
“Do it,” he commanded, his thumb pressing against my clit, sending me over the edge so fast I saw stars.
I shattered around him, my body clenching so tight I felt him curse against my lips. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, making me cry out his name as pleasure pulsed through every nerve.
His rhythm faltered. He let out a strangled groan, burying his face in my neck as he slammed into me one last time, his body stiffening as he came, filling me with a heat that sent another shiver down my spine.
For a few seconds, all I could hear was our ragged breaths, the pounding of my heart, the distant hum of the world outside that no longer mattered.
Slowly, his grip softened, his hands trailing over my body, grounding me. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my lips before pulling back, his forehead resting against mine.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I swallowed hard, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “Yeah.”
He smirked, breathless, eyes dark with something I wasn’t ready to name. “You good?”
I nodded, exhaling shakily. “I will be.”
And I meant it.
Later, sitting at the table, his arms wrapped around me, I felt something I hadn’t felt in weeks—peace.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, his voice soft.
“Yeah,” I whispered, my head resting on his chest. “I think so.”
He kissed the top of my head, his hand resting gently on my stomach. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but whatever it is, I want you to know you can trust me.”
His words sent a pang of guilt through me, but I pushed it aside. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt... right.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to believe, if only for a moment, that this was how it was supposed to be. That this was my future.
They are his, I thought, clutching the idea like a lifeline. They has to be his.
The truth would come soon enough, but for now, I let myself believe in the illusion of perfection.