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From the moment I’d met Logan Lawson, he’d made it difficult to stand on my own two feet. The ground quaking below, the shockwaves that swept through my body a flood, knocking me from sense and safety.
The emotion that wept even though she tried to hold it like a secret.
Aster throbbed. I saw it. Felt it. The way her entire being flared. I could taste her sweet breath that ensnared me like an echo. I could feel the filaments that curled between us like silky bonds around our wrists.
I didn’t know which of us was the gravity. Which one of us compelled the other because I knew right that fucking second I would follow her anywhere.
“Little Star. One tiny star hidden in a vast cosmos. The only one I can see.”
I felt shattered. Broken into a million pieces. Pieces that I was never going to mend or reclaim because every touch he stole belonged to him.
I kissed her like kissing her was a necessity. Because it was. My love for her a requisite.
Our tongues clashed, and our lips plucked and pulled in a bid of possession. I kissed her until I was in pain. Mind. Body. Soul. Because loving someone this much? It always fucking hurt.
“I love you, Logan Lawson. I love you. I am yours. Today, tomorrow, and yesterday. Forever. I’m yours.” Logan growled. Soul deep. “Say it back,” I whispered as my hands curled tighter. “Say it back.” Those eyes raced my face, tracing every inch. His voice became a rasp of conviction. “You think I don’t love you, Aster Rose? You are the very meaning of it. You are the one who taught me what it meant.”
“I love you, Aster. I love you with this heart that had forgotten how to beat. Not until it remembered you. It belongs to you, Aster. All of it. It always has.”
The man was a masterpiece. Carved of an ethereal canvas. Dark and wicked. Beautiful and right.
Blind love. Because there were no guarantees. There were only our oaths and our truths. It didn’t matter what either of us had done in the past. Not the scars or the betrayals or the grief. It was only this. Now. So I fell into this man who I’d promised I’d never trust again. A man who was supposed to be my enemy. My lover. My destination. My North Star. Pleasure blossomed in every cell. It shivered and trembled and expanded. It sizzled then blew. Every molecule in my being ruptured. There, beneath the savage loyalty that blazed in his eyes, I broke apart.
