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    window, my fingers splayed on the glass on either side. When his tongue
    slid between my cheeks, I yelled his name.
    ―I don‘t think you have any idea what you fuckin‘ need,‖ he said, his
    voice husky and low as he spread the globes of my ass, sliding his tongue
    in deeper, in and out of my tight, fluttering channel. He licked and sucked,
    and when a finger replaced his tongue, pressing, swirling, I begged for
    another. ―Oh please.‖
    ―Please what?‖
    ―Please, semel-re.‖
    The second finger slid inside me, and the two together were
    scissored in and out, opening me up, stretching me, making me ready for
    him.
    ―Logan!‖
    ―Fuck, Jin, the way your ass swallows my fingers, you need more?‖
    ―Oh God, yes.‖
    The third finger burned, but his tongue made everything wet around
    them, and I shoved back against him, wanting the pressure, needing it.
    ―Logan, please… fuck me, I wanna feel you deep inside, as deep as I
    can take it.‖
    I heard the low snarl, and then I was suddenly picked up and
    launched toward the bed. I came down with a bounce on my back,
    laughing hard.
    ―Jesus, you‘re a fuckin‘ brat,‖ he said hoarsely, yanking the robe
    fully open, lifting the draped skirt of it, taking hold of my dripping cock,
    fisting it in his hand.
    ―But I‘m your fuckin‘ brat.‖
    ―Yes, only mine.‖
    ―Oh God.‖ I bucked up into his hand, pushing in and out of his
    callused grip. ―Logan.‖
    He bent over and took my cock down his throat from head to base,
    swallowing around it as I came undone. The man had no gag reflex at all,
    because, as a werepanther, he was used to biting off large chunks of meat
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    without chewing. While I didn‘t want him biting anything off me, my
    shaft was no cause for choking.
    As he made everything slick and wet and hot, I whimpered and
    writhed under him.
    ―Logan!‖
    He lifted up to look at me. ―You‘re a fuckin‘ tease, ya know that?‖
    ―I need to come.‖
    In answer, he stretched out, pulling the lube out from under his
    pillow where it had been stashed the night before. I watched him flip open
    the cap, squeezing some of the slippery gel into his palm before he tossed
    it away. I gasped when two icy cold fingers slid inside my quivering hole.
    ―Mine,‖ he growled before he grabbed hold of my thighs, folded me
    in half, and buried the long, hard length of him inside me.
    I howled my pleasure.
    ―Now you can come,‖ he rasped, pulling out only to plunge back
    into me as deep as he could, buried to his balls in my ass.
    He rammed in and pulled out of me, pushing in deeper with each
    stroke.
    ―You feel so good inside; you‘re squeezing me so tight,‖ he said,
    increasing his rhythm, the force he was exerting. ―Fuck, Jin, you feel so
    good!‖
    He was the one who felt good, the pressure inside, the way the
    second he shifted his angle, I was hit by a wave of pleasure as he slid over
    my prostate.
    ―Oh, I felt your muscles clench around me,‖ he said, his voice so
    sexy. ―My reah… you‘re not even gonna be able to walk.‖
    I shivered with the promise as he leaned forward; lifting my legs
    over his broad, muscular shoulders, he sheathed himself inside me,
    squeezing my cock at the same time and taking desperate, hungry
    possession of my lips. I bucked up off the bed, shuddering with my release
    as I came so hard I thought for a second I passed out.
    My orgasm was endless. I felt myself coming, semen spurting over
    the hand, wrist, and sculpted abs of my mate. His smile was like he was
    drugged, dazed, as his head fell back, and I felt the flood of hot come in
    my ass.
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    ―Being buried inside you, feeling your heartbeat when I‘m this
    deep….‖ His head rolled forward as he looked down into my eyes. ―Jin, I
    know you‘re mine. Even if you weren‘t my mate, I would have seen you, I
    would have needed you, had to have you. I know you think it‘s bullshit,
    but… feel me inside and tell me it‘s not the truth.‖
    No one ever demanded my submission, was possessive of me, and
    yet let me stand on my own like Logan Church.
    ―Tell me,‖ he said, bending forward, still buried to the hilt in me.
    ―Say it.‖
    I reached up, my hands on his face as I eased him down to me. ―You
    love me not because of what I am but who I am.‖
    ―Yes,‖ he said, our breath mingling before his mouth took
    possession of mine.
    And I finally, really, believed it.

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