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Rereading for first time in yeaaaars! Fave of mine

Turn back, a voice at the back of his mind said insistently. Grab him and shackle him to you if you need to. Brand your name on him. He’s yours. Yours yours yours.

The feeling of being under Logan’s firm, heavy body, unable to move and utterly helpless, was doing something strange to him. It felt so achingly right, to be blocked from the rest of the world by Logan’s bulk as if the two of them were the only thing that existed. And having Logan inside him, on the deepest level one could have a man, it did things to him. It fed the needy, hungry thing inside him.

He wanted to flip Andrew onto his back and pound this infuriating, confusing mess of a man into the mattress, screw Andrew on his cock until Andrew could feel him against his fucking heart. He’d never wanted to fuck, to possess anyone more. He’d never felt like he’d explode if he didn’t put his cock into someone and mark them up from the inside.

He just used him. 
He fucked Andrew’s mouth with no consideration for his comfort, hard and fast, as if Andrew’s mouth was just a hole for his cock. It was incredibly degrading, but somehow it was exactly what he needed. It felt good. He didn’t have to think. He was nothing but a wet hole for Logan’s cock.

Still believe this book could have another hundred pages or so. I know some would find it boring but I don’t like how quickly time jumps when they’re on the island

Seeing as my previous reread of a Favourite went so well, let’s do it again! (Coincidentally also a plane crash story lol)

Turn back, a voice at the back of his mind said insistently. Grab him and shackle him to you if you need to. Brand your name on him. He’s yours. Yours yours yours.

It felt so achingly right, to be blocked from the rest of the world by Logan’s bulk, having him on him and around him, as if the two of them were the only thing that existed. And having Logan inside him, on the deepest level one could have a man, it was… it did things to him. It fed the needy, hungry thing inside him. He wanted more.

He wanted to flip Andrew onto his back and pound this infuriating, confusing mess of a man into the mattress, screw Andrew on his cock until Andrew could feel him against his fucking heart. He’d never wanted to fuck, to possess anyone more. He’d never felt like he’d explode if he didn’t put his cock into someone and mark them up from the inside.