She’d stripped the meat of her wanting from the bone, convinced she couldn’t be hurt anymore. But there were days still when she would creep toward that padlocked cage and stare wistfully at its contents. The painful truth of it surged within her, making her nauseous.
“We can make it all go away, sweet Clarissa. This endless cycle of wanting. Here you will have everything you’ve dreamed of. We will be the family you’ve always longed for.”
Another blast of that odd, saline-marinated breeze swooshed through, scattering the remaining mist. She blinked as the enormous cavern surrounding her was unveiled.
A massive lake ebbed hundreds of feet below the outcropping where she and Seven’s corporation of personalities stood. The black, oily water seethed with a sick vitality, as if it were alive and ravenously seeking whatever food source fed its evil power. Now and then, thick clusters of fireballs erupted from the waves, their red-hot glare sending off massive amounts of heat. Along the nearby shore, she noticed the condemned souls being herded toward the lake’s edge by six of the sins. She whirled, her gaze colliding with Envy’s.
“There is nothing to fear, sweet Clarissa. We will be together.”
Forever.
She woke with a jerk, her heart galloping out of control and the sheets a sweat-sodden, tangled mess imprisoning her calves. The sensation was too similar to her otherworldly chains, and she panicked, flailing her legs wildly to escape.
“Baby, easy.” Logan’s arms wrapped around her, tugging her against his chest. He brushed aside the snarled straggles of hair that’d fallen in her face, his eyes flashing his concern. “What is it?”
She gaped at him, the uneasiness refusing to release her from its tenacious grasp just yet. A gust of wind fluttered the curtains, bringing with it a salty essence vaguely reminiscent of the one from her dream. Remembrance slowly came floating back. Logan had brought her home with him last night, after their intense coupling in the store. Which meant she was in his bed, not trapped within some cavern of death. Her pulse easing back to normal, she rubbed her forehead. “Sorry, I had a nightmare.”
“Shit. It must have been a doozy.”
You can say that again. She dropped her hand and eyed the damp bedding. “I really made a mess of things.” In more ways than one. She didn’t want to think about the revelations from her dream and the glaring, hideous insights it’d delivered, so she pushed up from the mattress instead and began straightening the sheets.
Logan watched her the entire time, the tenderness in his gaze more than relaying his worry. “Do you want to talk about—?”
“No.”
His chest sank with his frustrated exhale. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, steeling himself, before he stretched his arm toward her. “Then at least come back to bed and let me love you up.”
Old defensive wounds recently ripped open from her nightmare stalled her from immediately diving into his embrace. But the lure of that secured cage of longings glowed like an irresistible beacon too. She took a tentative step forward, and then another. Her trembling hand brushed over Logan’s waiting palm, and he closed his fingers over hers before lifting them to his lips and kissing each tip of her finger with a gentle reverence that filled her with a familiar ache. She wanted to give in to it. Oh goddess, how she did. And that very fact terrified her.
To want something—someone—like this was a weakness that could annihilate her to the core. More so than hocking her soul to Seven.
“C’mere.” His voice husky, Logan flipped up the sheet with his free hand and coaxed her in next to him. Hugging her close, he rained soft butterfly kisses across her brow and her closed eyelids. His warm breath fanned her cheek, her mouth, right before his lips skimmed hers, the tip of his tongue teasing for admittance.
Completely at the mercy of the sensual haze beginning to sweep over her, she parted her lips, giving a shaky moan when Logan’s tongue enticed hers into play. Snuggled within the warm haven of his arms, everything else faded to gray.
Abandoning her mouth, he trailed hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone. His tongue dipped into the hollow there before coasting toward her breasts. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. A moment later, a series of wet, decadent swirls prompted her back to arch and her fingers to sift through the silkiness of Logan’s hair. His goatee softly scuffed her skin as he nuzzled her cleavage and groaned. He lifted his head, revealing the fierce blaze in his eyes. “I’m gonna eat your pussy.”
She was more than okay with that plan. Whimpering, she slid her thigh along his. He rolled her onto her back, but rather than trailing his mouth down her tummy, he reached for the knob on the nightstand. At first she assumed he was grabbing a condom to have at the ready. Which might account for her astonishment when he whipped out her trusty blue vibrator instead. She blinked. “How…?”
“I borrowed it from your stash the other night.”
“Borrowed?”
“Okay, maybe stole is more accurate.” He clicked the base to On and skimmed the device over her nipples. She sucked in her breath, and he took that as an open invitation to torment the aching nubs until she thought she’d go crazy from the constant humming on her flesh. He traced a lazy line from her breasts to her navel before scooting between her legs, his broad shoulders bracing her thighs. The vibe nudged into her slit, the electric pulses that rippled through her making her squirm and gasp.
A sexy half smile tipped his mouth. “Let’s see if I can give your dolphin buddy a run for the money.” With no further warning, he twisted the vibrator so the aforementioned attachment was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Before she could adjust to that foreign and incredibly wicked sensation, Logan ducked his head and flicked her clit with his tongue. Her entire body jerked, the air trapping in her throat. She dug her fingers into the sheets, her knuckles cramping.
Logan pumped the vibe deeper, the fingers of his free hand twining with hers as his teasing flicker morphed into an intense devouring that short-circuited her mind and body. With the dolphin doing indecent things to her nether region, Logan’s mouth tugging on her clit and the rubber shaft throbbing inside her, she broke into a thousand pieces, almost passing out from the cataclysmic pleasure of it.
Easing his head back, Logan dialed the vibrator to a lower speed. Rather than granting her a reprieve, the weaker vibrations seemed to tantalize the over-sensitized walls of her vagina, triggering a never-ending tide of small orgasms that left her dazed. Logan stretched beside her, his palm gliding along her quivering torso. He massaged the weight of her breast. “Have you ever been double penetrated, Rissa?”
She stared at him, her mind immediately conjuring a vivid fantasy. Moaning, she shook her head.
“But you’ve thought about it. In fact, I bet you’re thinkin’ about it right now.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a sensation she felt all the way down to the beating pulse of her clit. “Know what happens to naughty girls with those kinda fantasies?”
The oxygen was trapped in her lungs, making it impossible for her to do anything beyond gaze into his slumberous eyes.
“They get a pair of hard cocks buried deep in their pussy and ass.”
His raunchy words sent a thunderbolt of excitement careening through her, and she cried out, her inner muscles contracting around the vibrator. Rising onto his elbow, Logan fucked her with the device, his cock swelling and dripping precome. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you come? Makes me wanna stay in this bed all day and give you orgasms just so I can watch your pretty nipples bead and your skin go all soft and pink.”