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“Let’s.” She reached her hand out, sliding it along the underside of his cock, reveling in the smoothness of his sensitive skin. “Perfect.”

Logan pressed her back into the mattress and rolled over her. “It’ll be even more perfect inside you.”

“We need a condom.” How could she have forgotten about that?

Logan froze. “I don’t have a condom.” He sighed. “Our race doesn’t use them. We don’t need to. As preternatuals we carry no disease.”

“Ah, makes sense,” she said, relieved to a point. “But I’m not on the pill.”

He shook his head. “You won’t have to worry about that. I can’t get you pregnant.”

She looked into his eyes and saw the truth in them. “Well, then I guess…” She pulled him down on her and spread her legs wider, making space for him.

Logan slid into the space as if they’d done this a thousand times. She locked eyes with him and saw passion reflected back at her. His eyes were light brown with flecks of a darker color throughout. They seemed to sparkle. And then she felt it, felt his cock nudge at the entrance to her body and slide between her moist folds. His eyes still holding her gaze, he thrust deep into her, stretching her, filling her.

A breath escaped her and with it a soft moan.

“See?” he murmured. “We fit perfectly.”

She loved the feeling of his hard root inside her, loved the fullness. She squeezed her interior muscles wanting to feel more of him.

Logan moaned, his eyes closing for a moment, then he looked at her again. “Keep that up and this’ll be over in no time,” he warned.

“Then maybe you should do something about that.” She moved her hips, pressing toward him.

“Maybe I should.”

Before he’d even spoken the last word, he withdrew from her sheath and plunged back in. This time not as gently as before. But she didn’t mind. On the contrary, she welcomed it.

“Now we’re talking.”

“Talk’s over,” he said and kissed her.

Farther below, his hips started moving, his cock thrusting back and forth, in and out of her drenched pussy. Oh, yes, she was wet. He’d made her climax so violently that even now her body was still hypersensitive. And with every thrust, every stroke of his magnificent cock, he was driving her toward that same abyss.

Winter slid her hands onto his back, touching, caressing, exploring what she could reach. His butt muscles flexed with every thrust into her, and she couldn’t help but urge him on by digging her fingers into his backside and driving him deeper with each stroke.

All the while, Logan was kissing her, her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. As if he couldn’t get enough. His chest was covered with a light sheen of perspiration, his breaths came in short pants, and his cock thrust relentlessly. The sound of his breathing was mixed with deep moans, and the cords in his neck were strained, as if holding onto his control was costing him the last ounce of his strength.

How she loved a man who gave his all when making love. How she loved a man who only lived in the here and now, only worked for this one moment of pleasure and pure bliss. How she loved a man who made her feel desired. A man who drove her to such heights.

With every movement, every stroke, every kiss, every thrust, her body heated more. Her pulse was racing now, and she knew she was heading for another monumental orgasm.

“Oh Logan!” she cried out.

As if he knew what she was trying to tell him, he shifted his angle, and with every thrust of his cock, his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit, igniting her. Waves of pleasure rushed over her. Then a different kind of wave followed. Logan’s cock spasmed inside her, and liquid heat flooded her as his seed released inside her.

Logan’s moans mingled with hers, before his movements slowed and he finally came to rest on top of her, his weight braced on his knees and elbows, his cock still inside her.

When she met his gaze, he smiled.

“You felt so good,” he said and brushed his lips over hers. “Thank you for allowing me to make love to you.”

She couldn’t remember any man ever having thanked her after sex. “I feel I should thank you.” After all, he’d made her come twice, and she’d really needed that after the many revelations she’d had to deal with today.

He slowly withdrew his cock halfway, then slid back inside, wringing another moan from her lips.

“You keep doing that and we won’t sleep tonight,” she warned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you sleep like a baby tonight. I’ll watch over you.”

She stared at him. “You won’t sleep?”

“Only with one eye closed.”

Winter raised her hand and combed it through his hair. “Don’t you think we’re safe here for tonight?”

“We probably are.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then slowly rolled off her. “You should sleep.” He made a motion to get out of bed.

She reached for his arm and stopped him. “Won’t you stay in bed with me?”

Logan gave her a hesitant smile. “You don’t want me to use the other bed and give you some space?”

She shook her head. “Unless you’re the one who wants the space.”

“I don’t. But my… uh parts might react to holding you in my arms all night.” He pointed to his groin, where his cock was still semi-hard.

She moved closer until her lips were only inches from his mouth. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” She slanted her lips over his and kissed him. Moments later, she felt the mattress at her back again and Logan’s naked body sliding against hers.