Redeeming Logan

Chapter Twenty-Five

Logan

I carry Taliah’s sated and bloody body down the cold, dark hall, bypassing her door, which causes her eyebrows to lift. She clutches my shirt in her tiny fists as shivers race through her body. At the end of the hall, we finally reach our destination, placing my thumb against the fingerprint scanner that I made sure to get when I picked my own room. I wanted better security for my own sanctuary than what's in this place. The lock beeps as it disengages, the door popping open as I shuffle us through the opening, kicking it closed behind us.

The darkness in the room swallows us whole, leaving us in a comforting cocoon. Walking towards where the bathroom lies in the back of the room, shouldering through the open door, the dim light flicks on as we enter. Taliah is quiet as I set her down on the black countertop. Turning away from her, I set to work on getting the bathtub going, pouring lavender scented bubbles into the water. As the tub slowly fills, I remove my clothes and toss them into the hamper. Scooping Taliah up off the counter, I carry her over the tub, step inside the hot water, and sink down into the bubbles. A hiss escapes her lips as the water hits her battered skin. I recline against the back of the tub, pulling her back against my chest, resting her head against me, my hands resting on her stomach. Fingers trailing over my name branded into her soft skin.

“Thank you.” Tahlia whispers so low that I almost miss it. My head quirks to the side as I try to figure out what in the world she could be thanking me for. Sensing my utter confusion, she continues, “You broke me open, scooped out my darkness, and forced it to play along with yours. I’ve never felt so alive before you came into the picture like a wrecking ball begging for destruction. You have all of me, Logan, and I want all of you too.” Tilting her head, she looks up at me with glassy eyes, tears threatening to spill over her lashes. She’s so beautiful when she cries, but my heart clenches seeing the sadness in her eyes.

“You do have all of me, Taliah, always.” She shakes her head and looks away from me, struggling to get up and exit the tub, but I hold her in an iron grip. Taliah lets out a huff before relaxing back into my arms. “No, I don’t, Logan; I don’t have all of you. You don’t let me in. You let me see your darkness, but what about the other parts? I don’t even know your favorite color for fucks sake!”

“Green.”

“What?” She says with exasperation.

“My favorite color is green, specifically the shade of green that shines in your eyes when you’re coming. My favorite food is barbeque chicken, and I love homemade french fries, something fierce. I don’t care too much for music, but your heartbeat is my favorite song to listen to. My favorite smell is your skin right after a shower; juicy peaches, almost so sweet I have a need to bite into you to taste it.” Looking down at her, the tears have finally fallen from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks, leaving streaks through the drops of blood still lingering. Reaching up and gripping her face in my hand, I swipe her tears away with my thumb, “I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my life, Taliah. I’ve taken things that didn’t belong to me, broken things just because I fucking can. Sat by and watched someone take their last breath just for amusement. But you? The thought of breaking you apart and not being able to put you back together—the thought of your last breath rattling through your chest—terrifies me. If you asked me the first day we met to save you, I would laugh in your face and stab right through your heart with no remorse. But now? Now I would destroy the fucking world to save you, to keep you right by my side.”

Taliah turns her body around so fast that water rushes over the edge of the tub and splashes down on the floor. She throws her arms around my neck and her soft lips crash into mine, her thighs straddling my thighs, my cock twitching at her entrance. Taliah leans up and grips my cock in her small hand without breaking from my lips, lines my dick up with her opening and slides down with ease. The moment I’m fully sheathed inside her, she leans back and looks into my eyes with an emotion I’ve never seen before, something I can’t quite decipher. She starts to move her hips slowly, her nails digging into my chest as she holds herself up. Gripping her hips with one hand, I thrust up into her while my other reaches up to wrap around her slender throat.

Her pulse beats against my fingers as I grip her, holding her in place, her eyes never leaving my own. Her lips part as a moan escapes, and my name drifts along behind it. My other hand leaves her hip, rubbing circles around her clit as she keeps up her pace riding my cock. Her eyes plead for something that I've never known before. My heart beats erratically, and in this moment I know that I was never meant to have a Little Lamb after all. My perfect match was a Little Monster, and she’s bouncing on my cock at this very moment. Her pussy pulses around my cock as her orgasm rushes over her, forcing the come out of my cock along with it. I let go of her throat, and she lays her head on my chest, drifting off to sleep against me.