CHAPTER 175: A SHY ACCEPTANCE

That was all he needed.

His lips captured hers again, slower this time... not rushed, but deep and meaningful. His hands traced along her arms, her sides, touching her like she was poetry he had waited too long to read.

The kiss deepened, heated, as her hands slid over his shoulders, his back. Her body melted under his, the way it never had with anyone before.

When his mouth trailed down her jaw to her neck, her breath hitched, her fingers curling into the sheets. Her body responded to him like it knew him... like it had always belonged to him.

His voice was hoarse against her skin.

"You don’t know what you do to me."

And maybe she didn’t.

Logan’s hot breath tickled the back of Jean’s neck as he leaned in closer.

His hand slid down to grip Jean’s hip possessively, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His red eyes glinted with desire as he stared down at her, waiting for her to submit to his demands. Despite his harsh demeanor earlier, he made sure to keep his touch just shy of brushing, not wanting to truly hurt her.

Logan smirked as his fingers slowly worked at the waistband of her pajama pants, the fabric beginning to slip down her hips. He could feel the heat of her skin beneath the thin material, and it only fueled his growing desire.

He tugged at her pants more insistently, the sound of the zipper lowering filling the otherwise quiet room. Logan’s breath grew heavier as more of her creamy skin was revealed, the pajamas now pooled around her ankles.

His hand slid beneath the fabric, his calloused fingers skimming along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Logan’s touch was both intimate and dominating, a clear warning of the passion and possession that lurked within him.

Logan parted Jean’s legs, exposing her most intimate area. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and it made his heart race with anticipation. His fingers trailed higher up her thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh and drawing a shaky breath from her lips.

He settled himself between her parted legs, his muscular frame hovering over her. His hand slid further up, cupping her most sensitive place through the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms. He could feel the warmth and softness of her there, and it made his member twitch in response.

"I really need to feel you now Jean..."

With that declaration, Logan captured Jean’s lips in a brutal, dominating kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth to claim her fully. His hand continued to grope and tease her through her pajamas, his touch growing more insistent with each passing moment.

Logan’s other hand fingers trailed slowly down her waist, his lips still brushing hers in soft, coaxing kisses. Jean felt her heartbeat thrum like wings against her ribs, her body was already warm and panting beneath him, yet her mind still hovered between surrender and fear.

He noticed it. The slight hesitation in her breath. The way her fingers clutched his shoulder, not with passion, but caution.

He paused.

"Jean," he whispered, his voice husky, but his eyes tender. "Let me make you feel good. That’s all I want tonight. Nothing more unless you want it."

She blinked up at him, unsure.

"You don’t have to do anything," he added, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. "Just let me love you... the way you deserve to be loved."

Her throat tightened. No one had ever said those words to her before, not without wanting something in return. But Logan didn’t look at her like she owed him. He looked at her like she was the reward.

Jean slowly nodded.

"O-Okay..."

Logan smiled softly, the kind of smile that said he’d wait a lifetime if she needed him to.

He dipped his head and kissed her forehead... a sacred gesture before letting his lips trail delicately along her cheekbone, her jaw, her neck. Each kiss was unhurried, reverent. His hands glided over her sides, never straying where she wasn’t ready. Just warming her skin, letting her feel.

Jean’s body arched slightly when his lips brushed over her collarbone. Her breath hitched again when he paused at the slope of her shoulder and gently nipped the sensitive skin there.

"Here," he murmured, "you react here..."

She gasped when his tongue flicked over that same spot, her fingers tangling in the sheets.

He kept going, discovering her inch by inch... not as a conqueror, but as a man memorizing the woman he adored. Her responses guided him. When her breath hitched, he stayed. When she whimpered, he kissed her deeper. When she reached for him, he let her take the lead.

Her thighs shifted restlessly, and Logan’s eyes lifted to hers... seeking silent permission. Jean hesitated... then gave a shy nod.

He moved lower, his kisses grazing over her stomach, careful of the bandaged burns. Each kiss there was softer, more reverent... as if he was worshiping the parts of her she hated.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered against her skin.

Jean’s breath trembled. No one had ever called her that like this... like it meant something.

Logan’s hand slipped between her thighs with exquisite slowness. He didn’t rush. He touched her like a secret. A featherlight caress that made her writhe against the sheets, a sound slipping from her throat she didn’t even recognize as hers.

"L-Logan..."

"Shh, just feel," he whispered, kissing the inside of her knee, her hip, her belly. "You’re allowed to want this. You’re allowed to have this."

He entered her core with his finger.

Jean gasped... but it didn’t hurt her. It felt different... different but good.

She can’t think straight how his fingers are gently moving inside her folds. In and out... slowly and so smoothly. Logan kept kissing her inner thighs which made her back arch in want. More.

She needed to feel it more.

She didn’t know when her eyes fluttered shut, but when the wave of pleasure finally crested inside her... slow, pure, intense... she gasped out his name like a prayer.

And Logan?

He held her through it, kissing her tears as they fell, never letting go.