Redo With Logan

I woke up, stretching out my sore body, almost whimpering at how strongly my body tried to resist. I rolled over, and my breath was expelled from my lungs in a rush when I saw Logan less than a foot from me, snoring softly. My heart started pounding in my chest as I reached out to touch his handsome face. My fingers landed lightly on his cheek, and I began to trace his cheekbones. He moaned softly as his eyelids fluttered.
“Annie,” he murmured. He opened his eyes to meet mine. “Annie?”
“Logan,” I whispered, flushing deeply.
He raised his hand to my face. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.” I moved my finger over his eyebrows. “Thank you for helping me,” I said shyly.
He pulled me down to press a soft kiss against my lips. “Don’t thank me, gorgeous. I’ll always help you.”
Marsha surged forward, furious as she withdrew my hand from his face. “YOU AURA’ED US!” She roared.
He sighed. “I’m sorry, my loves. You were in so much pain. I just wanted to spare you from it while I broke his mark.”
She studied his face, her anger melting slowly. “Don’t do it again. I don’t like to be aura’ed!”
He lifted my hand to his mouth, kissing over my knuckles. “I promise, Annie. I won’t ever do it again.”
I smiled at him as Marsha retreated to the back of my head. “Okay.” I laid back down to nuzzle into his throat. “How long did it take?”
“It took about an hour before you settled into a deep sleep,” he answered.
I kissed his neck, causing him to shudder. “We didn’t finish mating,” I whispered.
“Annie,” he groaned.
“Logan,” I said against his neck, pressing another kiss to his skin.
“Goddess!”
He quickly wiggled out of his shorts before tugging me onto his lap so that I was straddling him, looking down at him as my heart sped up again. His hands went to my waist before moving up my body, raising my shirt up until he was removing it fully. He tossed it to the side before putting his hands back on my waist as his eyes roamed over my body.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he growled, lifting his hips to slide his cock against my wetness.
I licked my lips nervously, blushing again as I moved my hips to match his rhythm. I put my hands flat on his chest to balance myself as I lifted myself up a little to let his cock stand straight up, letting his tip teasingly rest against my opening for a moment. I met his eyes as I slowly began to lower myself onto his shaft, taking him deep inside of my pussy while his fingers dug into my hips.
“Oh, Annie!” He moaned. “Yes!”
I slowly began to move my hips, riding him eagerly. His head fell back, but he kept his eyes on mine, moaning loudly. His impassioned cries egged me on, and I started to roll my body against his. As his movements started to grow more wild and rougher, I knew his control was slipping. I leaned down to kiss him as I stared into his eyes that were flickering between the brown of his and the golden-tinged hazel of his bear. I rolled my body again, moaning his name.
“Lose control, Luge. Make me yours!” I told him.
He searched my face for a moment before his hand came up to grip my throat. Seconds later, I was slammed against the mattress as he flipped me over. He rose up over me, and I swallowed hard as I took in his glorious male figure, all the way down to the throbbing manhood clenched in his hand.
“Goddess, Logan. You are so handsome!”
He stroked his cock once before nudging my legs apart to slide back into me. “And you are beautiful,” he moaned as he hit the back of my pussy.
My back arched as I dragged my nails down his back as he repeatedly thrust into me hard. I lifted my hips to meet each of his thrusts, making him go deeper with every one. I reached up to pull him down to kiss me as we rocked our bodies together furiously, rushing toward our orgasms, only to have him freeze right before I reached the crest. I screamed in frustration as the pre-orgasm tremors slowed to a stop. I slammed my hands against his shoulders, impatient with the need to cum.
“Logan, please,” I begged.
“I think I like it when you beg,” he growled as he lowered his head again to capture my lips in another heated kiss while he began to move slowly inside of me again, teasingly urging me toward my orgasm once more. “You deserved to be loved slowly, Annie,” he whispered against my lips. “And I want to be the one to do it.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as I nodded. “Okay.”
He went back to kissing me as we rocked our hips together slowly, torturing both of us with a slow build of ecstasy while our tongues dueled with the same rhythm with which our bodies ground together. I moaned into his mouth, letting him know how good he was making me feel. When I tried to speed us up so I could race into the sky, he chuckled against my lips, refusing to pick up his tempo. I screamed in frustration again.
“LOGAN! PLEASE! I NEED TO…I NEED TO…”
His eyes flashed to those of Luge as he lowered his head to press his forehead against mine. “You need what, Annie?” He panted. “Tell me!”
“I need…” I took a deep breath. “I need to cum,” I moaned as I lifted my hips.
“Fuck, baby!” He pushed my leg up so he could push into me deeper. “Keep talking, Annie, and I will let you cum! Talk to me, beautiful.”
“I want to cum on your cock,” I whispered.
His hands took mine, easily tangling his fingers with mine before putting them beside my head. “Say it again! But louder,” he demanded.
“I WANT TO CUM ON YOUR COCK!” I cried as he started to slam himself deep into my pussy.
“Goddess! Goddess! Goddess! Yes,” he growled, heightening my pleasure, and making my pussy clench around him tighter.
Within seconds, I was flying over the edge, screaming out in pure ecstasy as colors followed by spots of darkness consumed my vision as my body trembled violently. He kissed my neck before biting down into his mark, causing my body to jerk as another stronger orgasm moved through me. I clawed down his back, loving the way the scent of his blood mixed so perfectly with our passion-induced aroma. He pulled my hips down as he buried himself deep inside of me.
“Goddess, Annie!” He moaned while I relished the feeling of his shaft throbbing and spasming inside of me.
He gave me one final kiss before pulling out of me to lay next to me. I immediately curled up next to him, with my head on his chest and my body still quivering. We lay there silently for a moment while I drew shapes on his chest with my finger. When I kissed his chest, he smiled down at me.
“Annaria, are you sure you want to go to Havana?” He asked.
I nodded as my eyes drifted close. “I do. I just want to be with you,” I admitted softly.
He kissed my forehead. “Alright, my love. Let me get packed and we will leave, okay?”
“Okay.”
He climbed out of bed, obviously very at ease with his nudity. I shifted in bed to wrap my arms around my knees as I watched him move around the room, stuffing his clothes into bags. I smiled softly when he turned toward me with one of his shirts in his hand.
“I know this is going to sound weird, but I would really like you to wear my clothes when we go to Havana. I want everyone to know that you belong with me.”
I flushed happily as I shifted to my hands and knees to crawl to the edge of the bed with my hand out.
“Okay. I’ll wear it.”
His smile widened as he handed the shirt to me before pulling a pair of sweatpants out of his bag to give me too. “Here.”
He eagerly watched as I put his clothes on before reaching out to tie the strings on the sweatpants into a knot to keep them from falling off my hips to pool around my feet. He moved back a few feet, letting his eyes slide over my body again.
“Goddess, you look amazing in my clothes,” he told me in awe.
I giggled as I let my eyes drop shyly from his. “Thank you.”
Pounding on the door had us both falling silent before he quickly pulled shorts on over his hips to answer it. He stiffened, and dread filled me.
“Where is she? Where is my Annie?” Gerry growled.
“She is not your Annie! She is mine, and I will not allow you to take her away from me,” Logan retorted.
“We’ll see about that!” Gerry snarled.
Logan eyed him for a moment before shutting the door in his face, making my anxiety rise more. He turned around before nodding toward his bags. “Are you re—”
The door burst open behind him, and before Logan could react, Gerry barged in, his eyes wildly looking around before coming to rest on me. Power surged in the room, and Logan pitched forward onto the floor. I scrambled off the bed to kneel at Logan’s side, running my hands over his body before looking up at Gerry with tears in my eyes.
“What did you do?” I cried.
He narrowed his eyes on me before grabbing my wrist. “What I had to do, Annie. I told you before that I was never letting you go. And I meant it. It’s not my fault you didn’t believe me…”