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pain.
    ―Are you complaining?‖
    ―No, baby, I am not complaining,‖ he assured me. ―I love the way
    you love me. Whatever you want, whatever you want to do to me or
    whatever you want from me… just ask.‖
    He had offered up his whole life on a silver platter, whatever I
    wanted.
    ―Please, Logan,‖ I breathed down the side of his throat. ―Fuck me.‖
    He moved fast, pressing me down into the bed, rolling me to my side
    so he could spoon around me again. ―Your head will blow off if I do what
    I want, and on top of that, you‘ll probably pass out.‖
    ―I don‘t think—‖
    ―I know you don‘t, so that‘s why I‘m doing it for you.‖
    I squirmed in his arms. My body needed him. ―Please.‖
    ―No.‖ He nuzzled his face in my hair, moving it out of the way to
    reach my skin.
    ―Logan.‖
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    In answer, he tucked me in tighter against his chest and abdomen, his
    cotton-covered thighs plastered to my ass and his lips open on the nape of
    my neck. ―You have to rest—rest your body, rest your mind… just rest.‖
    ―Please, Logan,‖ I begged him, my groan needy. ―Put my legs over
    your shoulders—bury yourself in me, do it now.‖
    ―You‘re trying to kill me, but it‘s not gonna work. I care more about
    you than I do about what my cock wants.‖
    Tremors licked through my body.
    ―So I‘m going to hold you while you sleep right here next to my
    heart, so you‘ll know that you‘re safe and that I love you more than
    anything.‖
    I stopped moving, just stilled completely, my lust drowning in his
    genuine concern.
    ―Don‘t be scared. Trust me. I‘m not going anywhere.‖
    My throat tightened up, and I couldn‘t speak.
    ―I made my own decision tonight. No matter how long it takes or
    what I have to do, I will get you to realize that I‘m your guy. I will get you
    to trust me.‖
    ―Logan, I already trust—‖
    ―No, you don‘t, but you will.‖
    ―Logan—‖
    ―I‘m sorry for what I said before about us living apart—I was mad,
    and I know you love your home, our home, more than anything, so I went
    after that. Forgive me.‖
    I nodded fast, my throat closing up as I swallowed down tears.
    He nuzzled my hair aside, kissing the back of my neck. ―I will never,
    ever have you anyplace but with me. Even if we‘re not speaking, even if
    you hate me, I will go to bed every night with you at my side. You have
    no choice; you‘re mine, my reah.‖
    As the words seeped into me, I realized how exhausted I was.
    ―We‘re different, it‘s true, but not enough to matter and never
    enough to be apart. I don‘t need to be everything; I just need to be close to
    it, because for me… you‘re all there is.‖
    I wanted to say things, to reassure him of his place in my heart, but I
    also knew that it had to be real for him, and that meant the timing as well.
    ―Stop thinking; close your eyes and go to sleep. I have you.‖
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    Given the heat from his body and how safe I felt, I surrendered fast,
    taking one deep breath before I closed my eyes and sank into the bed.

    FOR the first time in a week, it was not the pain in my body that
    consumed me when I woke up. Just breathing in Logan‘s scent all night as
    I lay beside him let me sleep better than I had since he left. My body had
    actually rested, and so the ache I opened my eyes to was completely
    different.
    My mate.
    I felt the growl rise up out of me.
    Rolling off the bed, I stood, shucked my pajama bottoms and T-shirt,
    and felt the relief of having my hard, stiff cock bob free. I could feel how
    fevered my body was, how much I needed my mate.
    Back on the bed, crawling across it to Logan, I took in the carved
    line of the man, the broad shoulders, the rippling muscles in his back, his
    narrow waist, and the swell of his buttocks that tapered to long, rock-hard
    legs. Looking at him, watching him, was making my breath hitch with
    sharp whimpers and whines. My mate was like a work of art beside me,
    smelling like smoke and sandalwood. I could not resist the urge to bury
    my face in his hair and inhale his scent. Moving over him, I kissed down
    his spine, ending at the firm, round ass. I eased the elastic waistband of his
    sleep shorts down to expose smooth skin. The bite I took was hardly one;
    it was gentle, teasing.
    ―What‘re you doing?‖ The deep, warm chuckle curled my toes.
    ―Your skin tastes so good.‖ My voice came out a raspy whisper.
    ―Feels so good… I just… I