Trusted Bond

sucking, biting, reacquainting
    myself with his taste, with Logan, the feel of his teeth, the roof of his
    mouth, and his tongue, his talented, amazing, dominating tongue.
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    He broke the kiss, bathed his own fingers with saliva, coating them,
    and seconds later, they slid between my ass cheeks and pressed gently
    against my entrance. He bent and recaptured my mouth as he pushed one
    finger inside of me, slowly, gently, out and in, until he got the whimper he
    was after. His fingers were removed, he licked again until they were
    dripping, and the absence of them inside of me, the fact that his mouth was
    not pressed to mine, brought a growl from me.
    ―Impatient?‖ He grinned at me.
    ―Logan, please.‖
    He leaned forward and I met his mouth, his kiss, moaning with the
    renewed contact. There was a slight burn when his finger eased inside of
    me, but not enough to stop, even when he added the second, the pain
    heightening the sensation until my muscles remembered, sorting pleasure
    from pain. He scissored the two in my ass before working the third inside,
    pushing in deeper, over and over, as he mauled my mouth, devouring me,
    and taking over the kiss like he always did, his touch making me buck and
    squirm in his lap.
    In moments I was pushing up and down on his long, probing fingers,
    trying to feel more, have more. He tore his mouth from mine before my
    head exploded from lack of air, and as I looked at him, I saw how clouded
    his eyes were, narrowed in half, his lips swollen and wet. He was
    breathtaking.
    ―Logan,‖ I panted in protest as he withdrew the delicious pressure
    from my ass, one hand on my hip, lifting as he used the other to position
    himself under me. He lined up his cock with my fluttering hole, and I felt
    the engorged head throbbing against my entrance.
    ―Jin.‖ My name from his throat was barely human.
    My orgasm was dangerously close just from his hand stroking and
    pulling on my shaft and the fingers that had been pushed in and out of me.
    He spit in his hand and coated the end of his shaft, the pearly beads
    of precome and saliva all there was. The bedroom eyes met mine.
    ―Please.‖ My request was guttural, choking.
    ―I don‘t want to hurt you.‖
    But that was ridiculous. Every time, for a second, for a heartbeat,
    there was pain. It was part of it, part of loving him, and it was as welcome
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    as the rest. Making the decision for him, my eyes locked on his, I slowly,
    steadily, impaled myself on the long, hard length of him.
    And it hurt. The man was huge, and my tight muscles resisted the
    intrusion even though he had taken his time opening me up. But the
    second his hand returned to my cock, I felt the leap in my pulse, the
    quickening of blood, and I was able to lever down deeper onto him, rise up
    and then lower again a moment later.
    ―I dreamed this.‖ His voice was shaky with emotion.
    The man‘s eyes were so full of me, I could barely breathe.
    ―I‘m the only one who ever gets to see you like this.‖
    Yes, he was.
    ―And you‘re so beautiful.‖ He took a deep breath, fisting his hand in
    my hair, yanking my head back as he pushed up hard, his thighs against
    my ass, fully seated inside me. ―When you‘re riding my cock, you‘re so
    fucking beautiful.‖
    I felt my muscles squeezing around him, the throbbing, gripping
    pressure building within me. I was so full, stuffed and stretched, and then
    he hit the spot inside me that would have made me scream if I hadn‘t
    swallowed it down.
    ―No, I want to hear you,‖ he commanded, leaning into me, capturing
    my mouth, the kiss rough and hungry and brutal. ―Scream my name.‖
    I moaned instead, my hands on his face, holding him still as I sank
    my tongue into the wet heat of his mouth, tasting him, my tongue tangled
    with his.
    ―Jin.‖
    I lifted up only to drive back down hard.
    ―Fuck!‖
    ―Logan,‖ I whined out his name. ―I can‘t… I need… deeper.‖
    He rolled me onto my back in a seamless motion, my mate looming
    over me, my knees draped over his wide, muscular shoulders as he buried
    himself inside me.
    I shuddered with happiness, my body convulsing as I pushed up
    against him. He pulled out of me in a long, slow slide only to plunge back
    down as hard as he could. His name was all there was.
    ―I can feel your heart.‖
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    I was sure he could.
    He pounded in and out of me, all the time milking my cock, keeping
    pace with his thrusts