CHAPTER 228: MAKE LOVE TO ME (18+)

Logan’s own restraint frayed. His hands moved over her... skimming the delicate dip of her waist, the slope of her ribs, the softness of her skin he’d ached to touch for so long.

They undressed each other in slow, breathless moments... kisses breaking, then crashing back together. Clothing hit the floor piece by piece, until nothing stood between them but heat, history, and a need too long denied.

Jean’s hands trembled slightly, but her gaze held steady, silently telling him. This is what I want.

And Logan, breathing hard, jaw tight with need, whispered back against her lips.

"Tell me to stop, Jean... tell me now if you want me to..."

But Jean only shook her head, her voice a bare whisper. "Don’t stop."

They stumbled back, lips locked, until the edge of the couch met the back of Jean’s knees. Logan pulled away just enough to see her face... searching, making sure, silently asking again if she is liking this.

Jean answered with her hands, curling around his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left.

He lowered her carefully onto the couch, his body following, hovering over her but not crushing, never forcing. His touch was deliberate, reverent. The rough pads of his fingers traced slow, shivering paths along her collarbone, down to the delicate curve of her waist.

"You’re shaking," He murmured, voice low, barely audible over the pounding of both their hearts.

"I’m not scared," She breathed back. "Not of you."

Her confession made something fierce and fragile flare in his chest.

Jean’s eyes fluttered shut as Logan pressed soft kisses along the line of her jaw, down her throat... pausing at every hitch of her breath. His hand slid up her ribs, fingertips grazing her skin like a prayer.

She arched into him, hands threading through his damp hair, tugging gently, silently begging for more.

"Logan..."

His name spilled from her lips, broken and wanting, and it undid him.

Yet instead of rushing, Logan slowed... sinking onto the rug, gently guiding her to follow. They ended up tangled together on the thick, soft pile, shadows flickering around them as the city lights outside swayed in the rain.

Logan kissed her like he had all the time in the world... mouth hot and patient, tasting every sigh she gave him. His hands traced every curve, worshipping her scars, her softness, her trembling strength.

His hands found her breasts and squeezed them slowly at first. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands and in his mouth. As his one hand works on her breast he takes the other in his mouth and sucks. Hard.

She moaned out loud in pleasure. "Ooh Logan." He smiled against her sensitive breasts and kept playing with them until Jean was a mess under him.

Jean’s breath caught as he pressed kisses lower, his lips worshipping places no one else had touched... making her gasp, shiver, clutch at his shoulders.

Logan pulled away her thongs and threw it away on the ground. He slowly parted her legs and kissed her inner thighs. Jean sucked in a long breath until his mouth reached her core.

"Relax, let loose, Jean. It’s going to feel good." Logan promised and Jean nodded at him.

Logan stares at her eyes while he flicks his tongue down there. Her toes curl in ecstasy and a little bit of excitement filled her. He kept his promise and kept on sucking and licking her core lips.

He puts his thumb on her clit and slowly traces circle motion to elevate her sensations. While his mouth sucked hard her juices from her core. Until she felt her thighs tightened and she could feel her ecstasy reaching its peak.

"Logan! I’m feeling... I’m something!" Jean couldn’t understand but something let loose within her. She released as if the weight of her body became lighter.

Every brush of his hand said. You’re safe. Every kiss whispered. You’re wanted. And every heartbeat between them roared the words neither had yet spoken aloud. You’re loved.

When Jean finally pulled him up to kiss her mouth again, her eyes were glossy, breaths ragged.

"Thank you," She whispered against his lips.

"For what?" he rasped, voice husky, burying his face against her neck.

"For loving me like this," she breathed. "Without hurting me."

His chest tightened painfully, and Logan kissed her again... deeper this time, lips parting hers until she melted under him.

On the living room floor, with rain still drumming against the windows, Logan held her, kissed her as she tasted herself in his mouth, made her feel cherished... until both were breathless and trembling.

And when at last they stilled, skin flushed and hearts hammering, Logan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and murmured hoarsely.

"I’ll always take care of you like this, Jean. Always."

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Logan gathered Jean into his arms again, her legs instinctively circling his waist. Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling... hot, ragged, tasting of shared need.

He carried her down the hallway, steps unhurried despite the pounding in his chest. Each step felt heavy with emotion neither had yet dared to name.

They crossed the threshold of the bedroom... their bedroom and Logan paused. His gaze swept over Jean’s face, searching for even the smallest flicker of doubt.

All he found was trust. Raw, trembling, but real.

He laid her gently on the bed, the sheets cool against her heated skin. Jean propped herself up on her elbows, eyes dark and glistening, watching as Logan stripped off the last of his clothes, then knelt on the edge of the mattress beside her.

"Jean..." His voice was low, gravelly, barely controlled. "I’m here," she whispered back, reaching out to touch his cheek, her thumb brushing over the faint stubble.

That simple gesture... so tender, so her... made him falter. Logan caught her hand, pressed a kiss into her palm, then guided it to rest over his racing heart.

"Feel that?" he murmured. "That’s what you do to me."

Jean’s breath caught; her fingers curled lightly against his chest.

Then Logan leaned down, kissing her again... slower this time, as though memorizing every curve of her lips. His hand slid behind her neck, drawing her deeper into the kiss until she melted under him, tension draining away.

Their bodies aligned naturally as he hovered above her, his weight supported by trembling arms. Jean’s hands roamed his back, feeling the heat of his skin, the hard lines of muscle coiled tight with restraint.

When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless, their noses brushing lightly together.

"I don’t want to hurt you," he whispered hoarsely, forehead pressed to hers.

"You won’t," Jean whispered back, her voice steady despite her thundering heart. "You never have."

Something in him finally loosened at those words.

Logan’s kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw, down the curve of her throat, his breath hot and uneven. Jean arched into his touch, her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him closer, silently begging him to keep going.

Logan’s gaze devoured her with reverence rather than hunger. Jean had never felt so exposed, yet never so cherished.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against her skin.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice small but certain.

He turned her to her chest, making her gasp in shock... lifted her hips towards his crotch and positioned himself to enter her... or so she thought. He ran his manhood along her pussy lips but never entered. Tracing her wet core and teasing by slightly entering and pulling back... not filling her completely.

"Logan" She moaned in frustration. Jean already had a taste now she wants more.

"Jean, you look so beautiful under me."

"Please... give it to me." She begged, she didn’t care how needy she might sound. Her body is writhing in want or else she will lose her mind.

He smiled, proud and dominatingly he entered her. Her knees almost gave up with the force but he held her hip steady. He wasn’t letting her body fall apart until he was satisfied.

He pounded into her, gripping her hips while enjoying her loud moans. He traced her back with one hand then in a swift motion he hoisted her up on her knees and again pounded into her endlessly. His hands now grabbing her breasts, his mouth sucking on the nape of her neck as his hips connected with hers.

What followed was a storm... slow at first, then his movements became fast and reckless. He worshiped her, possessed her, teased and punished her just like he promised. Every touch, every moan, every shiver pulled them closer... not just in body, but in soul.

They moved together... breaths shallow and uneven, exploring with hands and lips, each touch an unspoken promise. I want you.

Every sigh, every shiver, every quiet gasp was shared only between them.

When Logan finally sank deeper into her embrace, Jean clung to him... her nails biting lightly into his shoulders, her legs drawing him closer.

The world outside ceased to exist.

And in that moment, nothing mattered except the way he whispered her name like a prayer, and the way she answered it... softly, desperately, completely.