OBLIVIOUS | FanFic: Logan Paul |

Intoxicated |10|

"Addicting, huh?" His smile turned into a snarl.

"Very," I breathed, inches from his bottom lip. I took it between both my own, and he picked me up in response, lifting my waist into the air as we kissed feverishly.

My legs straddled his hips and his hands slid under my butt as he carried me up the stairs. I didn't question where we were going, I just kept kissing him.

Stop, Livana. Stop.

I pushed the voice out of my head, gripping his neck with both hands. My thumb grazed the line of his jaw—angular, strong, seductive, enough to make me weak. My knees began to buckle against his hips.

Fuck.

I panted against his lips, and his hand slid to the side of my neck, drawing me back in. The cool metal rings hit my bare skin, and I shuddered—cause for him to tighten his grip. This Logan, I understood, was not to be underestimated.

"Tonight," he huffed, "you're all mine."

I pulled back slightly, so I could stare him in the eyes. Really stare him down. Did he mean it?

"Is that so?"

I had intended to tease, but my voice shook with nervousness. Dammit. This made him smile, and I stared, breathless, at the perfect curve of his upper lip, arched against those white teeth.

White, shiny, sharp teeth.

I felt myself inching closer and closer, lost in warm skin, strong arms, and the musky, intoxicating scent of hmmm...man.

He pressed my back flat against a wall, I didn't know where we were.

Logan leaned in, taking his time, deciding where to start. His eyes wandered down my nose, my lips, my chin, my...neck. He stared at a spot near the side, then narrowed his eyes in concentration, leaning in. I gasped as he sunk his teeth into bare skin, gnawing at the base of my collarbone. I'd never felt anything more sensual.

Logan pulled back abruptly, concern and fear washing through his icy eyes.

"Did I hurt you?"

"N-no." I rubbed at my neck awkwardly, unsure what to say. It had hurt, but...I wanted him to keep going.

"Are you sure?" He was already leaning in, warm puffs of air floating out of his mouth and onto my lips. Oh, the feeling.

I closed my eyes, arching my neck in response. I savored the sensation of his long fingers, gliding down my neck, brushing away strands of hair, pushing my shoulder blade against the wall. All the way back.

"I'm sure."

My breath caught as he hovered above: a shirtless, reckless force that I couldn't, could never get enough of. I waited in anguish as his mouth inched closer and closer to my skin...

Oh.

He began to suck lightly, pulling his teeth in rapid, gentle motions.

"W-what are you doing?"

He ignored me, continuing his dangerous descent down my neck, down between my breasts.

"Logan."

He kissed a particularly tender spot, barely above my breast, and I bucked against the wall.

"Hold still," he commanded, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Logan," I panted, trying again. "I have to know."