“Beg me,” he orders as he knees my legs apart. The cool air tickles my clit.
“Logan, please. I need you.”
A groan leaves him as he drops to his knees behind me and buries his face between my legs.
I cry out his name as he licks and sucks at me everywhere. He’s never done this—not the spanking or licking me everywhere. It’s like the dam inside him has finally broken, and he’s being the real, raw him. God, it feels so good I think I might be hallucinating.
His mouth and tongue devour me. He thrusts his tongue into my ass as he pushes two fingers in and out of me. His arm slips under my hips to lift me off the bed more. His other hand moves between my legs from the front, those fingers finding my clit. That’s when I lose it.
I scream as I come harder than I think I ever have in my life. I grip the sheets, needing something to hold on to. Logan’s fingers keep strumming my clit as he shifts again from behind me, his cock replacing the fingers he begins pumping in and out of me. He thrusts hard, seating himself deep.
“Quinn!” He groans my name. “Fuck.” I peek over my shoulder again, seeing the pure bliss on Logan’s face as he starts to take me harder. I match his rhythm, pushing my ass back into him.
His hand comes down, smacking me hard. Each time, my sex clamps down around his cock. “My innocent little wife likes to get her ass eaten and spanked.”
I whimper. His hand rubs against my ass, his thumb drifting over to slip between my cheeks. “One day soon, I’ll fuck you here.” He presses his thumb against the hole.
“Yes!” I cry out.
“Wasn’t asking, sugar. Your ass along with the rest of you is all mine.” He pushes his thumb inside of me. It’s all too much. His fingers continue playing with my clit. I come again.
Logan lets out a loud groan. His warm release spills deep inside of me. Still, he doesn't stop. My body gives out. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, but my husband is lost in pleasure. I lay there and let him have me over and over again.
I’ll always be his to have.
20
Logan
I linger in the bed, kissing down Quinn’s back as she sleeps. The sweetest piece of sugar in the whole world, and she’s all mine. I used to question it—wonder why I was given this beautiful piece of heaven as my wife. But it didn’t matter then and doesn’t matter now. I’ll never give her up.
“I can tell you’re about to leave.” She rolls over and clings to me, her voice sleepy. “Don’t.”
“I have to.” I stroke her back, then move lower and knead her ass. It’s still warm from my strikes. I can’t help but smile at how much she enjoyed that little bit of play. I have so much more in store for her now that I know she loves it.
“Okay sure, but don’t.” She snuggles into the crook of my neck, and I relax into the bed, just holding her.
“I’ll come back, Quinn. For you and the baby.”
She holds on tighter. “You can’t know that.’
“I know that there’s nothing in this world that will keep me away from you.”
“Still—”
“Listen.” I kiss her forehead. “When I first met you, I tried to walk away, to leave you alone.”
“What, why?” Her eyelashes flutter against my throat.
“Because of who I am, sugar. Because of what I do. I didn’t want to expose you to this life or to—I don’t know—to infect you with all the bad parts of me. The dark parts. The ones I’ve kept hidden from you.”
“You never had to hide,” she says quietly.
“I couldn’t risk losing you. It’s why I tried to leave you alone at first.” I chuckle. “As if I ever could. I failed. Miserably.”
“I’m glad.” She kisses my Adam’s apple.
“Me too, sugar.” I press my lips to her hair. She really is the best decision I’ve ever made. In fact, she wasn’t a decision so much as a fucking lightning bolt. One that hit me right in my stone-cold heart. Woke me up.
“I would’ve loved you anyway.” She runs her fingers down my bicep. “Even if you’d told me you do terrible things, it wouldn’t have mattered.”
My eyebrows must hit my hairline. “Really?”
She nods. “I like to tell myself I’d turn my back on you and forget you—if you’d been honest from the start. But I know that’s a lie. It doesn’t matter what you do. I love you. It’s silly that it’s just that simple, but it is. You, your heart, I can’t stop my love for every bit of you. It’s probably sick or codependent or something, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”
“It’s not sick.” I shift her up my body and kiss her deeply. Loving this woman is as easy as breathing, and goddamn, I try to memorize her words and lock them away inside. I want to think about them every day for the rest of my life, because I feel the same way for her. I could never leave, not even at the very start. We’re bound, both of us locked in love. I wouldn’t want it any other way.