Lynn's POV
His teeth grazing the undersides of my breasts, leaving faint red marks that pulse with heat. His tongue trails down my stomach, dipping into my navel before venturing lower, parting my thighs with his broad shoulders as he buries his face between my legs. His hot breath fans over my slick folds, and then his tongue dives in, lapping at my c**t with firm, insistent strokes that make my hips buck involuntarily. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure build, my core clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
Whatever we're becoming, whatever power is awakening between us, it feeds on this connection, grows stronger with every shared breath and desperate kiss.
"I can hear your heartbeat," Logan murmurs against my breast, his voice filled
