Page 41 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

He pushed his pelvis into her upon hearing her response to his domination over her and she could feel how hard he was against her and she wanted him. God, she wanted him more than she wanted anything, than she wanted air. She wanted to suffocate by his lips, by his mouth sucking the life out of her body.

"Peyton," he muttered when he broke from her so they could both breathe. He was still so cool, not missing a breath at all. His voice didn't even shudder while she could barely keep up with him. "If we don't fucking stop, I'm going to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to your bedroom so I can make you fucking scream my name and everyone would be able to hear you."

She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with big, shy eyes. Her hair was matted to her face and because they had stopped kissing, she was starting to feel the effects of the cold on her body. She was shaking and she couldn't control herself if she tried. Instead, she nodded her head, her teeth gently nibbling on her lip, her eyes staring at him with complete trust, putting her body in his hands.

He sucked in a breath at the look she was giving him, his eyes darkening even further with lust, and he pressed his lips together.

Without warning, he did just as he told her he would, and with his hand, swooped her up and tossed her over his left shoulder. She could feel the rain slide down her skin, could see the drops gather at the ends of her now-dark hair and drop down in mindless patterns on the cement, disappearing into other puddles beneath his feet. His left hand gripped the backs of her thigh while his right one - still placed in that splint that was probably soaked now, not that he cared - cradled her calves, bringing them close to his chest so she was both balanced and secure before heading to the dormitory.

When they reached her room, he turned so he could still hold Peyton while she unlocked her front door. He quickly redid the lock once they were inside before taking her to the bed, lying her down, and locking his lips to hers once more.

It was easy to shed her wet clothing, easy to pull off his own. Despite the splint in his hand, he still didn't lose a beat, still somehow managed to stay in control. Her skin was only slightly damp, and Logan devoured every inch of it. He was gentle and slow, wanting to take his time, to memorize everything about her. He seemed to genuinely care about what pleased her and what didn't, and every time she tried to muffle her pleasure, he would urge it out of her to the point where she didn't try to hide it anymore.

Peyton grew bold and started to touch him as well, running her fingers through the light sprinkle of hair on his chest, squeezing his arms and grabbing his back. Her mouth kissed his neck and his collarbone, his stomach and his thighs. She watched in awe as he gasped due to her caresses. She didn't realize she could have this much power over anyone, let alone a man like Logan. When she touched his member, he hissed. That, alone, inspired her to stroke him, to test out these new found superpowers. The noises he made sent arrows to her core and she fell in love with him in that moment, to see just how vulnerable he appeared.

God, he was beautiful.

They had a small discussion about infection and birth control. He didn't have any condoms on him and never had sex without one, but he wanted to with her. And she trusted him.

He didn't ask her if this was what she wanted. He didn't tell her she was beautiful or tell her he was gentle and that he was honored they were sharing this moment. He trusted her enough to tell him no and she trusted him enough not to.

When they connected, he made sure to go slow, to wait. He didn't kiss her face, didn't say anything encouraging. He simply stared at her in wonder, in awe, and then he muttered, "Jesus Christ, you're going to make me come in a few fucking pumps."

He taught her how to touch herself while he thrusted into her, long and deep, until she splintered around him and he followed suit and Jesus, it was incredible and wonderful and no wonder people killed for this. And it was a perfect first time for her, as perfect as it could get, and when she fell asleep, she fell into his arms.