Page 56 of Guardian

Fuck, what was he doing? What a bastard he was! Selfish and without finesse.

Panting, he pulled himself from her sheath and released her.

“Something wrong?” she asked, turning her head.

“Yeah, everything.” He pulled his pants all the way down, stripping himself, then lifted Winter into his arms and carried her to the bed.

She stared up at him wide-eyed.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he murmured and lowered her on the sheets. As luck would have it, they were crisp. It appeared that the twins had a housekeeper.

“I was enjoying the way you were taking me,” she said with a wicked smile. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I’m not the kind of man who just takes. No matter how much I want something. And you, Winter, you I want.” He kissed her softly, before sliding down her body. “All of you.”

He pushed her thighs apart and settled in the space he’d created for himself. “Now relax and let me take care of you.”

“Logan,” Winter murmured and sighed. “But I didn’t even ask for this.”

“If you have to ask, you’re not with the right man.” Because the right man knew what his woman needed.

Logan lowered his head to her pussy and pressed a kiss into the damp hair, then dipped lower, licking his tongue over her pink folds. He’d been rough with her, but he would make it up to her now. With tender strokes, gentle caresses, and loving kisses.

She tasted like a mountain spring, her dew like a magical elixir. A symphony of sighs and moans accompanied the shudders that traveled through her body the longer he licked and sucked her. Feeling her let go in his arms, under his tongue, his lips, his mouth, was confirmation that he still had her trust, that despite everything he’d done wrong, she forgave him. He thanked her for it by showering her with passion and tenderness, the kind of tenderness he wasn’t used to displaying, the kind that came straight from the heart. A tenderness born from deep affection. An affection he could feel expand in his heart.

He caressed her with more fervor and felt her pulse quicken, her breath become ragged as her body raced toward a climax.

“Logan, please, I’m so close.”

“I know, baby.” He doubled his efforts and caressed Winter’s center of pleasure with his thumb. The little organ was swollen. He licked over it and felt Winter tremble. He repeated his action and at the same time plunged a finger into her warm channel.

A moan tore from Winter’s lips, and her back arched off the mattress. He stilled his fingers and felt her interior muscles spasm around him. Feeling her climax almost made him come. Quickly he withdrew his finger from her pussy and rolled over her, feeling her legs pull him into her center, while she looked at him.

Winter in the throes of passion. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight. With their eyes locked, he plunged into her, seating himself to the hilt. Her pussy was still spasming, contracting around him, and it was all he needed. One more stroke, one more thrust, and he joined her in her bliss, letting his orgasm take him to a place where nothing mattered, nothing but the two of them.

“Winter…” he murmured.

But she suddenly stiffened. Her eyes stared blankly, becoming unfocused.

“Winter? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Panicked, he pulled back to pull out of her, but she gripped his biceps and stopped him.

“No!”

Her voice was different. As if she wasn’t herself. Naked fear gripped him. Something was wrong.

“I see it now. I’m there, Logan, I’m inside it.”

Her eyes were still unfocused, and now he understood why. She was looking at something else. She was seeing something. Something only she could see.

“Tell me what it is, Winter, tell me what you see,” he coaxed softly now, not wanting to break her concentration.

“It’s dark. Flames… demons everywhere.” She murmured something unintelligible, then her voice normalized again. She wiped her eyes. “I knew it was you. I knew it all along. You came.” Her eyes suddenly focused and she looked straight at him. “Logan, it was you who saved me from the demons.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and smiled. “Of course I did. I killed the demons in your apartment.”

“No.” She shook her head. “In my vision we weren’t in my apartment. I was in a cave. It smelled of Sulphur. A demon was trying to kill me. His dagger was coming toward me. I had this vision before. Several times, in fact. The first few times, the demon killed me. But when I had it again, a few days before you came to my shop, the vision had changed. Somebody beheaded the demon before he could kill me. But the demon blood in my eyes blinded me, and I couldn’t see my rescuer’s face. But just now, when I had the same vision again, I did what Charles said, I went deeper. And I saw your face. Logan, you were the man who rescued me. You came to save me.”

He gripped her shoulders. “Where, Winter, where?”

“The Underworld.”

Logan let out a shaky breath.

“Charles was right. I can guide my visions. The spell worked. Logan, it worked!” She kissed him exuberantly, and he let it happen.

He couldn’t crush her joy. Not when for the first time she was hopeful. Yes, she was now able to control her visions. But maybe it would take a few more tries for her to truly guide them. Because the vision she’d had, the vision of her being in the Underworld could only be half-true. If the demons snatched her, he wouldn’t be able to come and rescue her. Not in the Underworld.

Because nobody could enter the Underworld. Nobody other than a demon.