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think I‘m gonna lay here.‖
    ―What?‖
    When I stretched out over him, draped the length of my body across
    his. He understood. I was pressed against him, giving him all my weight,
    nuzzling my face in the side of his neck.
    ―Jesus, baby… what do you need?‖
    I licked the side of his throat before letting my fangs lengthen, top
    and bottom, wanting to taste him, pierce his flesh and savor his blood on
    my tongue. ―I need you to trust me when I tell you that I want you. Don‘t
    think for me. I know what I have to have to heal me and make me whole.‖
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    His body convulsed as he leaned into my bite, a hoarse groan torn
    from his chest. As I swallowed, there was the faint taste of copper in my
    mouth, and I shuddered hard.
    ―I want to be gentle with you,‖ he growled, twisting out from under
    me, dumping me over on my back, one hard, callused hand wrapping
    around my aching, already dripping shaft.
    ―No,‖ I gasped, trying to slide in and out of his warm, steely grip. ―I
    just need you, Logan, I don‘t need gentle. Please, just… fuck me.‖
    ―I don‘t want to hurt you,‖ he said, his thumb rubbing drops of
    leaking precome over the head of my shaft.
    It felt so good, and he bent toward me.
    ―No, Logan, I need you to fuck me… please. I need to be claimed
    and… oh.‖
    There was a moment of absolute stillness as he weighed my words
    against what he thought he knew. And then he moved. Sometimes I forgot
    the power that lived in my man and waited, watchful and ready for
    whenever I willingly submitted myself to him.
    His low, hoarse growl sent a shiver through me, and I closed my
    eyes to listen to the sounds of him opening the drawer in the nightstand
    and the lube being opened. I let the anticipation build before I opened my
    eyes again, unable not to look, not to see him.
    Watching my mate coat his long, hard, thick cock with lube was one
    of the many gifts of being the only one that slept in the man‘s bed.
    ―Gonna go slow,‖ he promised as he tossed the bottle on the bed,
    bending forward over me as I lifted my ankles to his shoulders, ―and
    gentle. I want to watch you come apart under me.‖
    I shivered as the tops of my thighs were pressed back against my
    chest and one long slick finger was eased slowly inside of me.
    ―I don‘t want you to be hurt anymore.‖
    ―You could never hurt me,‖ I whimpered, frustrated and needy.
    ―Just—please!‖ I almost growled. ―I don‘t need you to do—I‘m ready
    now. I need you now.‖
    ―Jin—‖
    ―Logan! What do I hafta do to get you to fuck me?‖
    I saw the glint in the eyes hovering above me, the heat that filled
    them, the way they narrowed as he looked at me.
    ―You say you love me, want me.‖ My voice quavered. ―Show me.‖
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    ―How you‘re looking at me now,‖ he murmured, ―I want you
    looking at me that way all the time.‖
    ―What would people say,‖ I asked, catching my breath as my body
    was folded in half, the swollen head of his hard shaft pressing gently at my
    entrance.
    ―They would say what a lucky son of a bitch Logan Church is,‖ he
    assured me as he eased slowly inside, filling me, stretching me until he
    was buried to the hilt.
    I gasped as he slid out only to pound back into me a second later,
    hard and deep. ―Oh God, Logan, you feel so good.‖
    ―You…,‖ he said against my skin, my throat, as he bent and licked
    and kissed, sucking, biting, all the while stroking in and out of me, deeper,
    shoving harder, and my body tightened around him in response as I arched
    up, meeting his thrusts with my own.
    ―I missed you so bad…. It was the first time since….‖ What was I
    supposed to say? That I had craved his touch, been restless and miserable
    without him? My body had yearned for his; not being under him had been
    a constant, gnawing ache that never left me. And now, now, I finally had
    him where I wanted him… finally.
    ―I missed you too,‖ he said, like I had spoken my thoughts aloud, his
    voice husky and low, very sexy.
    He anchored himself with a hand on my hip, and his right wrapped
    around my throbbing cock, the rhythmic pumping in sync with the thrusts
    in my ass, sending shudders of electricity rushing up my spine. My legs
    held him tight, my heels pressed to his lower back. I wanted him deeper,
    urging him on as I rocked against him.
    My name was yelled in warning.
    ―You won‘t hurt me,‖ I swore to him, feeling his restraint,