Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“How are you laughing at that when you were so serious about dominating me before?”
“I guess now that I know you’re totally mine, not resisting, it feels like little more than roleplay.”
He spins around, walking backward a few steps ahead of me. “And who said I won’t be resisting? Can’t you tell I like that?”
I grit my teeth, releasing a low growl as my cock firms in my crotch, something that Logan notices.
“Careful what you ask for, Log. You know we still haven’t consummated the relationship.”
“You sound agitated.”
“I’m very agitated about it,” I admit, which makes him smile.
He turns away from me, like he’s trying to tempt me with that ass. I clench my fist, restraining the urge to pounce.
“Don’t forget, you must pace yourself. Doctor’s orders,” he says, reading my mind, but he’s right.
I’m a good boy as we head into the greenhouse, and I’m relieved to see my friends, including Willie, at the birdbath. Logan had assured me they were okay, but it’s better getting to see them for myself. Knowing they’re still eating and healthy.
I walk through the garden, inspecting my precious babies. “My plants don’t look as happy as the last time I saw them,” I say, disappointed, as we make our way along the main path.
“Rage and I did everything on your list,” Logan says defensively, which catches me by surprise.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I know you did your best, but it’s like they missed me. Or were worried about me. Odd thing to say about plants, isn’t it? But it was like that after Old Terror passed. I did all the right things, but it was like they missed his presence, the sound of his voice. His magical touch and talent in the garden. Took me a long time to breathe life into them again.”
We settle in the gazebo, and I take in the familiar sight from inside, appreciating how lucky I am to get to view it again, with Logan by my side.
He notices the way I’m looking at him and squints. “What?”
“I always thought you were a sexy man, and when we had our wedding, I appreciated your beauty, but it’s like now that you’re my husband, there’s this much deeper appreciation of you. Something I wasn’t expecting.”
He angles his head, then moves closer, taking my hands. “I know what you mean. Although, I think mine might have more to do with how I almost lost you.”
A thrill courses through me. “I’m still a monster,” I say, and his expression twists. “I just had the thought of how pleased I am to know you would have missed me. The thought of maybe even being tortured by my loss. Suffering because you have such strong feelings for me.”
I caress his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss my palm, his kiss more powerful than any of the painkillers I’ve taken these past few days.
I move quickly, stealing a kiss. No, not stolen, he’s mine now. Taking what’s rightfully mine.
I’ve been so out of it from the medication that we haven’t shared a kiss like this, and it activates something within me, brings me back into my body, pushing back the pain, revitalizing me.
Something feral overcomes me, and I shove him against the wall. We’re all teeth and tongues and lips, swapping frenzied kisses as our bodies make up for lost time. My eyes water from the waves of sensations—desire, pleasure, utter satisfaction.
I cup his crotch, noticing how firm he is, and break our kiss. “Oh, Logan, I haven’t been a good husband to you. And now you’re harder than I’ve ever felt you before.”
His jaw tightens.
“So tense, just been waiting for me to recover, not even jerking yourself off?”
“I wanted to save it for you.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Of course you did.” I firm my grip on his crotch. “You want my cock to be wedged inside you, pushing against that spot as you release all this pent-up frustration…all the stress that’s been balled up inside you since I nearly died.”
He relaxes against the wall. “Hell, Killian. Don’t tease me. You’re not strong enough to fuck me.”
I rest my hand on his neck, running my thumb across his flesh. “Oh, I’m certain I can muster the strength for this.”
I wouldn’t have said as much right after getting out of bed, but as usual, Logan provokes this part of me that wants to dominate him. And it’s clear how much he wants to be dominated.
My fingers make quick work of his fly before I drag his pants down and slide my hand under his briefs, gripping that thick shaft.
“You’ve…been so…good to me,” I tell him between kisses. “Tended to my every need, catered to every request. Let me return the favor, Logan.”
“Kill…”
I silence him with another kiss, and he doesn’t resist anymore, which makes me chuckle.