Logan fills me in one swift, devastating thrust. My entire body jolts forward, and a cry rips from my throat—half pleasure, half shock. It hurts a little, and I'm pretty sure there's a tear down there, but fuck. Worth it. So worth it.
In fact, do it again.
"Fuck," I groan as he pulls back slowly, teasingly, before slamming home again.
It feels even better this time. The slight cut is already out of my mind and forgotten, though I'm sure it'll be back with a vengeance later.
"That's right," he growls, his voice rougher than I've ever heard it. "Take all of me, Nikki."
The elevator's mirrored walls reflect our joined bodies from every angle—his powerful form curled over mine, his face a mask of concentration and primal hunger. My own reflection is a side of me I've never seen. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, and my eyes? They're wild.
