Chapter 37. Second Coming

Savannah’s POV

I kiss him back. Our tongues meet and dance, or rather fight for dominance, but he wins, of course, he does. He coaxes my lips into submission and muffled moans escape my throat.

“Does this mean you have feelings for me too?” he smirks victoriously, and I choose not to respond.

Logan’s mouth suddenly leaves my lips and lands on my neck. He sucks hard on my skin, causing me to whimper. When he finds the sweet spot on my neck, I gasp and trash my back in response.

That’s right. You’re mine. I got you.

He kisses me harder and I feel so small, crushed underneath his body.

“Log—ah!”

I’m lost in the heat of the moment. I give up. I give in.

My hands fall limp and I arch my neck towards his hot mouth, giving him more access. He continues kissing and sucking my sweet spot as he pushes himself hard against me. I feel his hard member pressed against our bodies and it only makes my stomach clench further.

At this point