Page 49 of Logan (The Valeur Billionaires #1)

Her breathing quickens. I grasp the nape of her neck in my palm, tilt her head back, and kiss her at the point where her jaw meets her neck. She lets out a contented moan. “Yes, Sloane. Give me what I want, what I need. ”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” she moans back. “You can take whatever you want.”

I pounce on her, knocking her back onto the bed, and pin her hands above her head. “Are you sure?”

She nods, and I kiss down her neck, biting and licking, leaving marks on her skin. She lifts her hips and grinds against my thighs.

My need strains against the tight fabric of my pants, and I groan with the desire to fill her until she forgets anyone else exists but me.

I strip her clothes off in record time, tossing them behind me, not stopping until she lies bare and panting beneath me, her stunning form laid out for my taking.

“Get on your knees, Sloane.” The words struggle to escape my lips.

She rises to her knees, her rounded backside facing me, and I groan again as my cock threatens to break free. I remove my pants along with the last of my constraints, circle the bed, and stand in front of her.

“Give me that beautiful mouth.”

She opens, and I push my aching cock into her, groaning as her warmth wraps around me. “You’re heaven on earth. Make it nice and wet, Sloane.”

She pauses, her fingers encircling the base, her eyes looking up into mine, and my chest tightens with the intensity of the emotions I feel for this woman.

“What are you going to do?”

“Do what I promised. I claim all of you for myself, every part of you.”

Her breathing is loud, and her eyes widen. “Wait. Are you talking about...that?” She points to her ass .

“Yes.”

“I’ve never?—”

I lower my head. “Never what?”

“Never done anal before.”

I catch my breath. “So, I’ll be your first? Fuck, I love that. Knowing you’re giving me that gift. You will give it to me, right? You’ll let me make all of you mine?”

She smirks. “Yes. It’s so damn hot when you talk like that.”

I allow her a few more moments before I position myself behind her. “You love being mine, right?” My fingers tease her, flitting over her swollen need, and she thrusts her pelvis toward me. Beautiful and impatient.

Her thighs glisten with her fluids, and I bend to lick her, tasting her sweet essence, the nectar of paradise. My tongue ascends, flicking over her clit, and she moans.

It’s her first time, and I want her as relaxed as possible. I want her to climax before we start, so the pleasure overwhelms the pain. I dive into her, savoring her, enjoying the unconscious, delicate movements she makes with her hips as her arousal grows.

The small, sexy sounds she makes cause me to twist and harden to the point of pain, but nothing matters now except sucking and licking, flicking that little button of hers that makes her twist beneath me and scream out my name.

“You’re mine, Sloane,” I murmur between her legs. “This here is mine, and so is your ass. No one else will come near it after today but me.”

“Yours,” she gasps. “I’m yours.”

Her declaration sends me to the brink, and I descend on her, devouring without mercy, one finger piercing inside her.

I’m hunting for that tiny nub, that point that will send her over the edge, and when she screams out loud, I pause, caressing her.

Her pelvis begins to move as she chases her climax, riding my face toward the peak.

“Give it to me, Sloane. Give yourself to me.”

“God!” she exclaims as she comes undone, her legs seizing with tremors, nearly collapsing onto the bed. I continue to tend to her, stretching out her peak until her breathing settles. Then I withdraw my fingers, slick with her essence, and moisten her tight entrance.

She tenses.

“Trust me, baby. Relax.”

I insert a finger, rotating it to ease the tightness.

“Logan!” she gasps.

Two fingers inside, and I stretch her, lubricating her, using her own fluids, taking my time to prepare her. Her muscles relax, and I persist with the massage until she’s wet and pliable. I withdraw my fingers and position myself behind her.

“Wait,” she calls out. “I’m scared.”

“I love you, baby,” I whisper, and she trembles. “I love you, and I’m going to make it good for you.” And before she can respond, I push in my tip.

She yells, her body lunging forward. “Yes, baby, you’re taking me in so beautifully. Touch yourself,” I command, and she sends her hand between her legs, beginning to rub herself.

Low, guttural sounds escape her, and I need to take a deep breath to calm myself before I push in further, savoring how she accepts and wraps around me.

Her fingers work faster on her clit, and I can’t take my eyes off the mesmerizing sight of my shaft disappearing inside her .

She trembles, her head resting on the white sheets, her long hair obscuring her face. I give her a moment to adjust to my size before I almost completely withdraw and enter her again, burying myself to the hilt.

She cries out. “Fuck! Logan!”

“I’m yours, baby, and you’re mine, every part of your body. Every piece of you now belongs to me, and every piece of me belongs to you.” I say through clenched teeth, rising to angle my shaft downward.

“God, yes, keep going like—” She breaks off, crying out again, her words muffled into the mattress as I set a faster rhythm, thrusting into her harder. I’m close, so close, but I want to give her pleasure along with the pain.

“Yes,” she pants, her body shaking as she arches her back as if she can’t stand the sheets against her skin any longer.

I quicken my pace, my mind fogged with the approach of my climax, and I’m no longer able to speak. My spine tingles, and sweat drips from my forehead as I grip her hips and drive myself into her.

Her continued loud cries fill my head, drowning out all other sounds, all other thoughts, and her legs shake as she reaches her climax.

I throw my head back as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced shatters within me, and my cum fills her until the white fluid seeps onto the sheets beneath us.

Exhausted, I drape myself over her, each breath a labored victory as I regain my composure.

I withdraw, the connection lingering until the very last inch separates us. Standing, I tidy myself up, then, with a soft towel in hand, I attend to her. She releases a contented sigh, though I know that my attentiveness may not spare her the morning’s tender reminders of our passion.

I draw her close, enveloping her in my embrace. Her head finds its nook against my chest, her hair a silken caress against my skin.

I kiss her head. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers back, and my heart melts.