Chapter 115. He Is Dead?

Lillian's POV

“Logan stop…” my giggles rang out as the feel of his hot breath fanning the nape of my neck was ticklish. His hands were caressing every inch of my skin, compelling successive moans from my lips. 

“I want you Lillian. I love you.” He moved to hover on top of me, his eyes searching mine.

“Do you want me, Lillian?” His face leaned towards my earlobe, his lips teasing. 

“I want you Logan…” A moan escaped my lips as I ended my words and Logan moved to gaze at me, a smile on his lips. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I touched his face.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I opened to him, our tongues tangling.

His hands roamed over my body, soft moans escaped my lips. His touch was both gentle and commanding, just like I remembered it to be, driving me wild with need. I arched against hi