I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince (Hope and Logan) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 

The Charity Event: (Slightly Steamy) 

For Hope, it was her first time to witness a charity event. William Moore donated a lot in Logan’s name and also his late parents. As the event came to a halt, Logan went to the stage and held the mic in his hand. 

“I wonder what Logan has to say,” Roaxana murmured as she stood next to Hope.. 

“Perhaps he wants to thank all of you,” Hope replied. 

“Naah. Brother isn’t like that. He never did that. Honestly, he never even bothered about this charity event. He looks so vibrant today. What magic did you do on my brother, Hope?” Roaxana inquired happily. 

“Ah, I did nothing,” Hope murmured. 

“Don’t lie. You have lit Brother Logan’s world, Roaxana affirmed with a smile. 

“Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who has come to this charity event on the occasion of my birthday. This year a lot of things happened with me. I married a beautiful woman, Hope, in a legal way. Despite having a nine year age gap between us, Hope never let me feel old. She is mature and is an amazing wife. 

William smiled the way his grandson expressed the gratitude for having Hope in his life. 

Roaxana leaned closer to Hope’s ear and whispered, “I told you my brother is head over heels for you.” She straightened herself and smiled seeing the way Logan’s grew up in this relationship. 

“I think my wife deserves a marriage ceremony. Just like every woman’s dream, she must have thought about having a big, mesmerizing and memorable wedding, Logan pronounced. 

Hope stopped blinking to hear him. He was proposing her to marry him. She had never imagined it would ever happened. Her eyes remained fixated at him. 

As Paul took the mic from Logan, who gracefully exited the stage, Logan’s hand sl*pped into his pocket, retrieving a small ring box. 

With a determined stride, he knelt before Hope, the love of his life. Opening the box with trembling hands, he gazed into her eyes and spoke from the depths of his heart, “Marry me, Hope. I love you.” 

Tears 

welled in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in a torrent of emotion. This 

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moment, unforeseen and overwhelming, engulfed her with a mixture of joy, surprise, and profound gratitude. Logan’s proposal, echoing the words she had longed to hear, enveloped her in a wave of love and anticipation. 

“I love you too,” Hope held his hand and got up. Inserting the ring in her hand, Hope did the same to him before he pulled her for a k*ss. He no longer wanted to resist himself in front of all those people. 

His arms secured Hope at her face as he k*ssed her deeply, pouring his entire feelings in that k*ss. The loud sound of 

lause echoed in their ears, but they didn’t pull away. 

William couldn’t control his tears anymore. His grandson was finally leading a happy life. A life which he always questioned. This moment was the most delightful event of Grandpa Williams’s life. 

Hope and Logan finally pulled away, peering into each other’s eyes. He traces his thumbs over Hope’s cheeks and wiped the tears. “Thank you for embracing the broken me and healing my heart,” he whispered against her l*ps. 

William’s second son announced so having the feast and they all headed to the next hall. Hope excused herself as she wanted to go to the washroom. 

“Shall I come with you?” Logan worriedly asked, thinking his wife might get lost around. 

“No. Stay here. I’ll be back soon,” Hope said and walked out of the hall. 

After Hope exited the washroom and walked in the corridor, her feet came to a halt. seeing Daniel there. She thought to ignore him when he stopped her by standing in front of her. 

“Will you stop doing such things?” Hope questioned him angrily. 

“I thought to apologize to you,” Daniel said. 

Hope chuckled and said, “I don’t need an apology from a jerk like you. Also, I’ve moved on the day you betrayed me.” She pushed him away and walked ahead. 

Daniel pivoted on his shoes and watched her leaving his sight. “She has turned hotter,” he mumbled to himself. 

Finally back home, Hope and Logan entered their bedroom, the warmth of familiarity enveloping them. Standing before the mirror, Hope began to remove her jewelry, her reflection mirroring Logan’s content smile. Seeing him smile brought a matching curve to her l*ps. 

As she reached to unzip her dress, a small frown creased her forehead when the zipper 

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seemed to resist her efforts. “Why is it stuck?” she muttered, frustration mounting as she tugged at it, trying in vain to coax it down. 

Hope lifted her eyes, surprised by the gentle touch of Logan’s fingers intertwining with hers. “Let me help you,” he murmured softly, his warm breath caressing her ear as het slowly guided the zipper downward. 

Their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror, a silent understanding passing between them. Logan closed the distance between them while his dark eyes hooded at her. 

As his fingers trailed along the exposed skin of her back, a shiver ran down her spine. her b*dy responding to his touch with a gentle arch. 

Hope’s gaze drifted down to Logan’s exposed chest, her breath catching as she watched him lean in closer. The sensation of his l*ps against her cold skin sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her. 

Logan’s k*sses trailed along her n*eck and nape, each touch sending electric pulses of pleasure through her b*dy. 

With practiced hands, he skillfully cased her dress down, revealing her lingerie–clad figure. She felt a surge of confidence and desire wash over her at his whispered words, her skin tingling with anticipation. 

Logan’s warm breath tickled her car as he whispered, “That exudes your S*xiness,” before gently nipping at her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from her l*ps. 

His hands glided over her belly, sending waves of desire coursing through her, before. slowly moving up to caress her breasts, sending her senses reeling with pleasure. 

As Logan’s skilled fingers continued to caress her curves, coaxing low moans of pleasure from her l*ps, Hope couldn’t resist the overwhelming desire to be closer to him. 

Turning around, she wrapped her arm around his n*eck, her b*dy pressing against his as she stood on her toes to reach him. Their l*ps met in a fervent k*ss, igniting a passionate flame between them. 

With a sense of urgency, her hand moved to his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it as they pressed against the dresser. 

The impact caused the items lying about to tumble to the ground, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Their k*sses grew more passionate, hunger and desire driving them closer together.