I grab his hand from my knee and pull him closer until he’s resting between my knees. “Logan,” I whimper. “I need you.” Then I writhe under him so he can see the pain he’s causing me.

His mouth crashes against mine. Suddenly his hardness is grinding against my core. And I’m grinding against him as he tries to peel my dress off, releasing my breasts. Immediately his mouth takes one between his lips, and I gasp. As his mouth works my nipple, he continues grinding, and I’m getting closer and closer. He knows exactly where to move because the pressure against my clit sends me flying.

Suddenly my thighs are squeezing his hips and twisting as my body convulses and my eyes roll back. I’m locked in pleasure, consumed by the raw sensation of him, and at that moment, the only thing he’s fucking me with are his eyes. I never want to find pleasure without his gaze on me ever again.

“Fuck, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” he says as he pulls away.

“Where are you going?” I cry, reaching for him.

“Getting my rubbers,” he answers as he pulls a packet out of his nightstand drawer. I peel off the rest of my dress as he readies himself with the condom. Watching him perch over me, I can’t help but admire how painstakingly beautiful this man is. So tortured and loving with his rock-hard body and watercolor skin, I realize as I wait for him that I never want to be in this place with any other person for the rest of my life. Logan is it for me.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks as he positions himself against my entrance. In response, I wrap my legs around him and squeeze him closer. He links his fingers with mine as he lays on top of me, burning me to ash with that lustful stare. Then he takes my mouth, softly then hungrily.

He enters me slowly at first, then comes slamming in, past a short second of pain until the only sensation I know is fullness, and I never want to be without it. I let out a long, soft moan as he pulls out and slams in again. It’s like I had been waiting my whole life for this. With my hands gripped tightly in his, he stares down at me as his thrusts begin to slowly pick up speed.

“Sierra,” he growls against my lips like he’s begging me for mercy. He slams into me, the pleasure something different, but still as intense and profound.

“Logan,” I cry out in return. He and I are the only ones that exist at this very moment. The world resides in this connection between us. The contact of our bodies, intertwined and bonded, overwhelms my senses, and I’m lost in desire. He thrusts fiercely, his grunts making me wild with need for him.

“Hold on to me, baby,” he whispers as he puts my arms around his neck. I do as he says, and something savage takes over as he lays his body on mine, looping one arm under my knee so his length grinds against my pleasure spot, sending me into another earth-shattering orgasm. I scream out his name as we crash as one.