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I trace the ink across his chest, then the ribbed muscles that line his abdomen. A hiss escapes him as I brush my finger across each line. This man is too sexy for his own good.

I make my way farther down and palm his length that tents inside his sweatpants. He’s hard, big, and the throbbing between my thighs is too much to endure. “There’s so much of you,” I tell him in admiration. I can practically feel the drool extending from my wet lips.

He grabs my waist, picking me up with no effort. My naked body is pressing against his bare chest, and the material of his sweatpants rub against my clit as I wrap my legs around him. The fire that is erupting within me is overwhelming and I moan, laying my head onto his shoulder.

I’m not entirely sure where he’s taking me until we hit the steps.

“I want you, Logan. So bad.”

His chest rumbles as we enter my bedroom. “I know. I can feel it. You’re soaked for me.”

There’s a wet spot on his sweatpants and the humiliation rushes over me.

“Oh.” I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, wanting to hide.

“No, dove. You on me… is the hottest thing ever.” He sets me down on the bed with my naked body on full display.

“I want to make you feel good, Sora. I want you to come on my hand. On my tongue. I want you to moan my name and when I’m finished…

you’ll have forgotten that piece of shit who calls you his wife. It’ll only ever be me you think about.”

This man is everything.

My mouth parts with a small gasp as I touch my wet clit, wanting some relief. “Please. Logan. I need you.”

“You’re begging, dove. But trust me, you don’t have to.” Logan stalks toward the bed and towers over my inflamed body.

He starts with tiny kisses on my collarbone, then works his way down to my breasts, flicking his tongue at each nipple.

My back arches involuntarily. That’s how weak I am right now.

I am weak with every touch. Gently he massages each one, then he moves down, placing kisses on my stomach.

I close my eyes and wait for him to touch the place that needs him most. My pussy is begging, pleading for this man. It’s never been hungrier.

The sensation of his lips gives me goosebumps as he places one last kiss directly above my wetness. He locks heated eyes with mine, then swipes his tongue along my clit and I let out a whimper.

“Absolutely perfect,” Logan brags, causing me to blush.

He then slowly plunges a finger deep inside me and I cry out. Not a whimper. Not a quiet moan. A full-blown agonizing shriek. I have never felt this way. My body is completely undone.

Another finger plunges inside me and Logan takes his time, driving in and out, kissing my inner thighs.

The exoticness is unparalleled.

The sheets clench in my fists as I slip into the best orgasm I have ever experienced.

Logan withdraws, working slow, but forceful circles around my aching clit. “Mmm.” The vibration on my lady parts is sending me. I’m so fucking close I’m seeing stars.

“Yes. Keep doing that!” I yell out and… I let go. Every part of my body releases into the most intense, amazing sensation.

My entire body trembles from pleasure.

When I calm down from the most exquisite high, Logan studies me like I am his most precious possession.

“That was—”

“Perfection, Sora. You are perfect.” He crawls up my body, his muscles flexing on each tan, inked arm, and he captures my mouth with his. I can taste myself on him and it’s so hot.

“I need you. Really need you.” My eyes dart between Logan’s, but he hesitates and my stomach sinks.

“You are mine, Sora. And I’m not talking about the kind of mine where you are trapped in a loveless relationship like a meaningless object.

You are mine in the sense that I will cherish every part of you.

Protect you from the monsters in this world.

But I will only do so when you are no longer tied to him . ”

My heart plummets. “I don’t understand.” I try not to sound too affected, but hell, he just rejected me.

I wait in bated breath, naked, clammy, and still throbbing for him.

“When I take you, fully take you, it’ll be us and no one else.

” He caresses my cheek, his warm touch sincere.

“I know you’d feel guilty like you’re betraying me .

But if it were up to me, I’d fill you with my cock right this very second because I don’t give a fuck if he’s your husband.

You are mine. You were never his and will never be his. ”

My mouth parts in half surprise and half being turned on again.

He’s right. I’d never fully be okay with us if I’m still tied to Jason.

“Until then, Sora, I will make you scream a thousand times, but when I come inside you, your body and soul will be mine. ” Every word is powerful.

He means it, really means it. But how do I tell him I might not ever fully be free?

There were a few times I thought maybe I can escape Jason forever, but I realize that’s only a fantasy.

Without wanting to ruin any hopes we will ever be more than just this… I pull Logan forward by the back of his neck, his arms still holding himself up on either side of me, and I crash my mouth into his.

For now, until there is no more, I’ll pretend he is mine and I am his.

Logan

I never meant for any of this to happen.

Sora peacefully sleeps, her hair fanned out on the pillow and her hand resting on her angelic face. With every small, calming breath, my dick twitches.

I swear by my words; Sora will never be his.

No one hurts her. And he’ll regret the day he ever put a ring on her finger.