The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

Logan lets me have my fun for a while, then he pushes me away. He stands up and grabs my hair, dragging me up until I'm kneeling before him. He wraps his hand around my hair, tightening his grip so that he can hold me in place.

His large hand encompasses his dick, and he begins stroking himself. His hand rapidly pumps up and down, gripping himself hard until he grunts with pleasure. I run my hands up his thighs as I look up at him. I caress and stroke his balls as he strokes himself.

His whole—body tenses and I know he is close. Daringly, I run my finger over his perineum and then press gently on his asshole.

He growls so loudly it hurts my ears. He slows his strokes as he aims his dick at my face and releases himself. Streams of white come land on my face, covering my nose, mouth and cheeks. He pulls my head back and continues releasing himself on my breasts as he grunts.

Finally, he finishes and let go of my hair. He hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me to my feet so that I'm standing in front of him. He wraps his right hand around my throat and presses me against the wall, choking me.

I inhale sharply, trying to drag air into my lungs, but his grip is tight. His hand is wet with his come, he loosens his grip and leans into me.

I gasp as he shoves two fingers into my pussy. He fingers me, his fingers thrusting powerfully into me until an orgasm builds. He sends me over the edge by adding a third finger into my ass.

I cry out as the orgasm rips through me. My eyes fall closed as I clench around his fingers. They shoot back open as I feel his teeth sink into my neck, marking me as his. It prolongs my orgasm and I come again, releasing my juices onto his hand until they drip down his wrist.

When he pulls back and removes his hands from me, I grab his shoulders. I lift myself up and waste no time in sinking my teeth into his neck, marking him back. I can taste his come in my mouth, on his skin.

He moans and wraps his arms around my waist, keeping me against him. We're both a sticky mess, but we're already obsessed with one another.

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Everything hurts when I wake up again. I'm on the bed and the sun is shining through the skylight. I have no idea how I got on the bed, but when I look down, I see that Logan is sleeping on the floor. He put me onto the bed, whilst he took the floor.

My nose scrunches up at the smell of the cell. It stinks of sweat and sex. I look down at my body and gasp in horror.

Dried come is spread across my chest and breasts, I can feel it on my face.

This is disgusting.

To make matters worse, my entire body is littered with pale purple bruises, all in the shape of Logan's fingers. I glance over at him, seeing him properly this time.

His body is the same as mine. My bruises cover his skin, in all the places that I gripped onto him. Eight large scratches from my nails are angry—looking and pink down his back.

What the hell did we do to each other

Piece by piece, memories of last night come flooding back to me. I groan and put my head in my hands, only to grimace when I feel the dried come on my face. I nearly gag as I scratch and rub it off.

I gingerly get up and cross over to the sink. I wash my face and chest, cleaning myself up.

Logan stirs on the floor and sits up to stretch. He looks over at me, his eyes first narrowing on his mark on my neck, and then on the bruises covering my body. His eyes darken and a horrified look comes over his face.

'Baby, I'm so sorry,' he apologizes gruffly, his voice sounds broken.

I shake my hands dry and approach him, uncaring of my naked form. He's seen it all now, anyway.

'Don't be! I'm sorry if I hurt you, this heat is all my fault,' I reply.

I sit myself in his lap and he wraps his arms around me.

'I'm so sorry that I hurt you, you didn't hurt me,' he murmurs and kisses my forehead.

'I fucking loved it, Logan,' I reply honestly. 'Don't apologize.'