Nexus of Fate | Logan/Crucified Wolverine x Mutant Reader

4 | Bliss

The only sounds breaking the silence were Logan's heavy breaths and your own pounding heartbeat. His release had left you flushed and breathless, but the hunger that simmered between you both was far from sated. Your eyes met his, and the raw, unspoken need there made your pulse quicken.

Logan's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath still ragged from the intensity of what had just passed between you. His gaze roamed your face, then traveled downward, lingering on the hem of your short skirt before his eyes flicked back up to yours, dark and wanting.

"Darlin'," his voice was low, a deep growl that made you shiver. "Come here."

You blinked, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you, unsure of what he meant. His expression was pained, yet his eyes were burning with an undeniable hunger. When you hesitated, his voice took on a pleading tone, something you never expected to hear from the Wolverine.

"Please," he rasped, his words raw and filled with longing. "Let me taste you. Sit on my face. I need it."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a flush of heat crept up your neck. The idea made you feel both shy and excited, a heady combination that had your breath catching in your throat. You'd never imagined Logan, the rough and gruff Wolverine, begging for something so carnal. It made your pulse race, your legs trembling as you stood before him.

You bit your lip, your mind racing as you considered his request. The vulnerability in his voice tugged at you, made you want to give him what he asked for, to see that look of satisfaction in his eyes again. But the shyness still lingered, making you hesitant.

He watched you intently, every small movement of yours reflected in the tension of his muscles, the way his breath hitched in anticipation. "Please," he murmured again, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "I need to taste you, darlin'."

His words broke the last of your hesitation, the desire to please him overpowering your shyness. With trembling hands, you slowly lifted your skirt, revealing the thin strip of your thong. Logan's eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on the soft curve of your hips as you slid the fabric to the side, giving him a clear view.

His breath hitched, a guttural groan escaping his lips as you exposed yourself to him. The sound sent a thrill through you, knowing that you were the source of his longing, that he wanted you with a rawness that was almost desperate. You could see the strain in his muscles, the way he fought against the nails that held him to the cross, his need for you evident in every taut line of his body.

You hovered over him, your feet leaving the ground as you used your power to lift yourself just above his face. The sensation of weightlessness was familiar, but the context made it feel new, exhilarating. Your thighs trembled as you positioned yourself, your breath catching as you looked down at him.

Logan's eyes were locked onto yours, a fiery intensity simmering within them as you floated above him, your legs quivering with anticipation. The sight of him below you, bound and yet so desperate for you, sent a shiver of excitement through your body.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before lowering onto him, the closeness almost unbearable. The moment your skin brushed against his lips, a low, satisfied growl escaped him, the sound vibrating through your core.

"Logan..." you whispered, your voice trembling with both shyness and desire.

He didn't respond with words; instead, he responded with action. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, and you couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost reverent, as if savoring every moment, every inch of you. But the gentleness soon gave way to a raw hunger, his mouth working against you with a desperate fervor.

Your hands reached out, clutching his hair, needing something to hold on to as waves of pleasure began to crash over you. His tongue was relentless, each stroke sending sparks of sensation through your body. Everything seemed to fade away, the sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet, sinful noises filling the air.

"God, Logan..." you breathed out, your voice barely more than a gasp as you tried to keep your composure. But it was impossible; the way he tasted you, it was overwhelming. You felt yourself slipping, losing control as the pleasure mounted, your body trembling above him.

He growled against you, the vibrations making your breath hitch. You could feel him urging you on, his tongue delving deeper, more insistent, as if he couldn't get enough of you. The intensity of it made your head spin, your thighs shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up.

"You're... you're making me feel so good..." you managed to gasp out, your voice filled with awe and pleasure. It was the truth. He was unraveling you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every movement, every flick of his tongue.

The praise seemed to spur him on as he devoured you with renewed vigor. His tongue moved with relentless precision, delving deep inside you, exploring every inch of your most sensitive spots. He alternated between licking your folds and thrusting his tongue inside you, the varied sensations driving you wild with need. His mouth was everywhere, savoring your taste, his tongue flicking over your swollen clit before he nibbled it gently, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Each thrust of his tongue, each lick and nibble, sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you whole. Your body responded instinctively, hips grinding down against his face as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. The world around you seemed to blur, the only thing grounding you was the exquisite torment of his mouth and the deep, primal connection that pulsed between you both.

"Oh, Logan... I'm... I'm going to..." The words tumbled from your lips in a breathless rush, your hands gripping his hair tighter as you felt the wave of release building, unstoppable and all-consuming.

And then it hit, a shuddering explosion of pleasure that tore through you, leaving you breathless and trembling above him. Your release was intense, your body quaking as the sensations rippled through every nerve, leaving you gasping for air.

Everything spun, your vision blurring as you fought to catch your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing through you. Logan's tongue slowed, his mouth gentle as he helped you come down from the high, every movement sending a final jolt of pleasure through your overstimulated body.

You floated above him, your chest heaving as you tried to regain some semblance of composure, but the pleasure still thrummed through your veins, leaving you weak and trembling.

As you slowly lifted yourself off him, your legs shaky and unsteady, you couldn't help but glance down at him, your heart pounding as you took in the sight of Logan beneath you, his face flushed, his eyes dark with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering hunger.

But you needed a moment to recover, to catch your breath and let the reality of what had just happened sink in. Everything was silent once again, the only sound the faint hum of your heartbeat in your ears.

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