"You know, you're a bit of a puzzle," he murmured, his gruff voice a stark contrast to the softness of the moment.
"And you, Mr. Howlett, are the most intriguing puzzle I've ever encountered," I replied, tracing a finger over the scars that mapped his chest. His eyes searched mine, looking for something, though I couldn't quite put a finger on what.
Logan's hand captured my wrist, bringing it to his lips, and he kissed the tender skin. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I felt a sudden urge to be closer, to let him unravel me. He noticed the shift in my posture, the way my breath hitched, and a knowing smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?"
I nodded, unable to find the words to explain the tumult of emotions that swirled within me. His thumb caressed my palm, sending warmth up my arm. "You know, I've had a lot of time to learn how to read people," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "And right now, I can see that you're as intrigued by me as I am by you."
He leaned closer, his warm breath fanning my cheek. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel the heat of his body just inches from mine. The room around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, alone in the quiet of the night. "Logan," I whispered, my voice a mere breath.
He paused, his gaze searching my face as if looking for permission to proceed. I nodded, a silent invitation that spoke louder than any words could. His hand moved from my wrist to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my jawline. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough exterior that was so famously associated with the Wolverine.
"I can smell your desire," he said, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within me. "It's intoxicating."
I swallowed hard, my breaths coming quicker as I felt his hand slide down to the base of my neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point that fluttered beneath his touch.
"And I can feel it," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his, and the air grew thick with anticipation. Logan's thumb stroked the pulse point at the base of my neck, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he was reading my every thought, every desire. I felt the weight of his hand, the gentle but firm way he held me, and I knew that he was in control, that he could feel the racing of my heart, the tremble in my skin.
Slowly, so slowly that it was almost painful, he leaned in, closing the gap between us. His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer until I was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. I could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm, a rhythm that matched the thundering in my own chest. His scent, musky and wild, filled my senses, a heady combination that made me dizzy with want.
When his lips finally met mine, it was with a hunger that I hadn't anticipated. He kissed me deeply, his tongue demanding entrance as he claimed my mouth. A soft moan escaped me, and he took it as an invitation, his kiss growing more fervent, more urgent. His hand at the small of my back pressed me closer, as if he wanted to meld our bodies together.
Logan's grip grew stronger, more possessive, as his hand slid up to tangle in my hair, angling my head to give him better access. He kissed me as if he owned me, as if he had every right to take what he wanted.
And I let him.
My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as our kiss deepened. His other hand roamed my body, exploring my curves with a rough tenderness that had me arching into his touch. The fabric of our clothes seemed to melt away, the heat between us building to a crescendo that left me gasping for air.
He broke the kiss, panting, his eyes blazing with an animalistic need that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze dropped to my neck, and I felt the sharpness of his teeth graze the sensitive skin. A thrill of fear mixed with desire shot through me as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone, nipping and licking as he went.
My breath hitched as his hand moved to the zipper of my dress, pulling it down with a slow deliberation.
The cool air of the room hit my exposed skin, sending goosebumps down my back. His eyes never left mine as the fabric fell away. His gaze darkened, a low growl of appreciation rumbling in his throat.
With a gentle but firm hand, Logan guided me backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. He didn't wait for me to sit down; instead, he lifted me, setting me on the mattress with surprising care. He hovered over me, his strong arms braced on either side, his muscles flexing as he held his weight off of me.
I reached up, my hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steel of his abs. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly as my nails raked lightly down his back. The sound was all the encouragement I needed. With a sudden burst of boldness, I pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside to reveal the sculpted perfection of his torso.
Logan's gaze returned to me, dark and intense. He took in my barely contained excitement, the way my chest heaved with every breath, and his smile grew more predatory. He bent to kiss me again, his mouth claiming mine with a passion that left me reeling. His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, his touch featherlight yet firm.
I couldn't help but whimper as his fingers reached the apex of my thighs, teasing the lace of my panties. He chuckled darkly against my lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that sent a shiver through my core.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, his calloused fingertips brushing against my slick folds. I gasped, my body arching into his touch.
I writhed beneath him, desperate for more. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine, enjoying my reaction. "Easy," he murmured against my lips, "I've got you."
lmfaooooooooooo sorry i didnt finisj this smh👅
