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“It feels so good.” I bit down on my lip as I rocked back against him.

One hand slipped under me and massaged my clit. “Yes!”

Thwack. I cried out as his other hand came down on my ass cheek, sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

“Fuck. I need to see your face,” he growled, abruptly pulling the pillows out from under me and flipping me over in one smooth move.

Thankfully, my back had long since healed, and we could do this.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, staring into my eyes as he slid all the way in, until it felt like I was in danger of being split in half. His lips sealed over my mouth, his tongue tangling lazily with mine.

“I fucking love you, Red,” he breathed, his hand cupping my breast as he teased the nipple with his thumb.

I was overwhelmed with all the sensations—the prick of the handcuffs against my ass as I lay on them being top of mind, actually. I wanted to touch him, but that was probably part of the lure of the things, feeling a little bit helpless because I couldn’t.

His mouth slid down to my breasts, and he sucked hard on the tips, groaning as he took long, hard pulls.

“Please move, baby,” I begged, desperate for more friction.

He was intent on taking his time, though, moving to the other breast and giving that nipple the same treatment. Logan released my tip with a pop before dragging his tongue softly across my skin…and then suddenly biting down. The combination of hard and soft had me thrashing underneath him, a chorus of my cries echoing around the room.

“Please, please, please,” I panted.

“We’re going to try something new,” he rasped, suddenly working his cock at a different angle that rubbed along my front wall.

“What—are you doing?” I gasped as he pressed down on my pubic bone.

“Just feel it, sweetheart, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He rubbed harder, with his dick and fingers, and suddenly I was exploding. White-hot pleasure surged through me as I squeezed his cock. I was faintly aware of the fact that I wasgushingall over him, but it felt too good to care that much.

“Fuck. You’re making me come,” he growled as his head fell back, showcasing all that glorious, straining, tattooed muscle. I felt his long, hot streams of cum filling me up before he collapsed on top of me.

“Oof.” I was still feeling tiny bursts of pleasure in my core…and wetness, so much wetness. “What the fuck just happened?”

Logan groaned and rolled off me, propping himself up with one muscled arm. A huge smile stretched across his pretty face. “You squirted, and it was the fucking hottest thing ever. Can we add it to the list?”

I shifted, feeling how much…liquid there was…everywhere.

“Possibly,” I finally said, before wiggling. With the handcuffs behind me like this, my chest was arched out—not the most comfortable thing. Although Logan seemed to like it based on the way his eyes were suddenly glued to my breasts. “Can we take the handcuffs off before I decide?”

“If I must,” he said, like I’d asked the world of him. He gently shifted me and then popped open the handcuffs. I sighed in relief as he began to massage my wrists.

“I love you, Sloane,” he murmured, nuzzling against my cheek as I felt his dick somehow hardening…again.

Suddenly he was slipping something onto my ring finger.

My eyes widened as I glanced down and saw a ring with a huge ruby surrounded by an insane amount of diamonds.

“You’re going to be my wife, Red,” he said, holding my hand up in the air so we could both lie there and stare at it.

“You’re talking crazy, York,” I whispered, the happiest tear I’d ever experienced sliding down my face. “But of fucking course.”

I guess it turned out that I was going to get my happily-ever-after…after all.

CHAPTER46

SLOANE