Redeeming Logan

Chapter Twenty-One

Logan

I watch as the light leaves Taliah’s eyes and her breathing slows to a crawl. Letting go of her neck, I sit back on my haunches and admire her naked body. Bruises from my hand blooming on her neck, and the cuts littering her body. She really is the perfect masterpiece. The purples, blues, and reds sticking out on her pale skin like a neon sign. It’s hard for me to tear my eyes away from her, but I notice that several of the cuts are still bleeding. Chalking that up to why she passed out, and not just because I lost control while I was lost in her. Hopping down from the bed, I trek into her bathroom and root through the cabinets, looking for the first aid kit under the sink. Snagging it, I toss it onto the white marble countertop, and take a look at myself in the mirror.

Streaks of blood mar my skin, mingling with the black wisps of my tattoos. My cock and pelvis are smeared with her innocence and both of our release, glistening in the light of the bathroom, and that brings a smile to my face. Running my fingers over my still hard cock, swiping up the juices that coat it, I pop my fingers in my mouth. A deep moan rattles my chest at the taste. A delicious combination of metallic and sweetness assaults my taste buds, and lust filled haze coats my vision. Forgetting all about the first aid kit, I head back into the bedroom quickly. Crawling onto the bed and wrenching Taliah’s thighs open.

Her pussy swollen from the rough abuse, folds glistening from blood and come. Leaning down, I dive in like a starved man. Lapping up the remaining piece of her innocence and swallowing it down. Taliah starts to stir beneath me, and I grip her thighs, holding her in place. Looking up at her face, while I suction my lips to her sensitive clit I suck and hum, and that extra stimulation makes her eyes fly wide open. She grips the sheets beneath her, not yet realizing what’s happening. Nipping at her clit as I stuff her pussy full of my tongue, she finally peers down at me with heavy lids, and a whimper trembles from her lips.

“L-logan, w-what are you d-doing?” She stutters, her eyes rolling back into her head with pleasure. I don’t answer, because I know it’s not necessary. Letting go of one of her thighs, I slide two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Her breath increasing in tempo as she rides through the pleasure I’m forcing upon her. My other hand presses against her lower abdomen as I suck her clit into my mouth, and brutally thrust my fingers into her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her. Her thighs quake around my head, as she lets out a piercing scream, and warm liquid sprays from her pussy landing on my waiting tongue. I lap up everything she’s giving me, like I’m a greedy little whore myself. Gently bringing her down from her intense orgasm until she’s breathing somewhat regularly.

Moving up her beautiful sated body, I claim her mouth in a possessive kiss, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth so she can taste herself. She kisses me back with just as much passion, and a once cold part of me starts to thaw. Giving her one last peck, I lean away and make my way back to the bathroom. Grabbing a wet washcloth along with the first aid kit. Taking up the spot next to her on the bed, I get to work with cleaning her abused pussy first, before wiping down the cuts littering her body. As I’m placing the gauze and tape on some of the deeper cuts, I notice the light snores that Taliah lets out. A smile spreads across my face at how exhausted she is. Once I’m satisfied with my work, I cover her with a blanket from her window seat and head back into the bathroom to clean myself up.

It’s well past midnight and Taliah is still fast asleep in bed. I left her for a few hours to get some work done, and she was still sound asleep when I returned. Sitting on her window sill and watching her sleep has given me some time to reflect on my past. The feelings and memories floating through my mind are a real mood killer. When I first saw Taliah sitting in that office I thought she was going to be exactly like one of the women who end up in my chair. She definitely was, but not in the sense that I had expected. She’s thrown me a curveball, and I have no idea how to act. Shannon and Vanessa were so different from Taliah. Where they were reluctant and hateful at first, she was unsure and timid. I had to force myself on them for them to give me the time of day, but Taliah? It’s like she wants to be around me. Almost like she craves my touch as much as I crave hers.

The darkness festering inside of Taliah calls to my own like a moth to a flame. I feel so out of control when I’m around her, but she welcomes my depravity with open arms. The images of her laying naked on her bed, clutching that razor in her hand, flash through my mind. When she wears her darkness, it’s absolutely stunning. When I watched her make that first cut, unsure yet determined, my breath caught in my throat. I tried to ignore her on the big screen, but the more blood she spilled with every slice was hypnotizing. As soon as I entered her room, the fresh coppery smell assaulted my senses, and I knew there was no going back from there. Now the big question is, will she let me keep her when she finds out how much of a monster I really am?