Chapter 6

Mature Content AheadEstelle POV

Pushing me inside, I don't notice the door close as our kiss deepens. Crumbling within his touch a small moan slips from my lips. His tongue finds its way in, flushed, I grip his shoulders.

Pinned on the couch, I stare at him dazed, panting as the heat radiates from our bodies. Pinning my wrists above my head his lips trail along my neck. Biting down I gasp, unprepared for his other hand to wander up my shirt.

Whispering his name, I give in as he squeezes my breast. Parting from my neck his eyes darken, his gaze soft and his intentions clear.

It doesn't take long for him to shed his shirt, or kick off his pants. It takes even less time to strip me, as his lips wander to the far corners of my body.

Bare beneath him, I kiss him, welcoming his thick scent and rough touch. As his finger dances along my clit, welcoming him inside. Slick and flushed, my heat squeezes against his fingers. I whimper as he explores me, looking down at him his gaze stays on me. Searching, and succeeding in his pursuit, I gasp. His grip tightens, and over and over he pushes my core over the edge.

"Logan please!"

Releasing me, I meet his gaze watching as he licks his fingers clean. Mesmerized, a moan escapes as he finds his way inside once more. The pain sets in, unprepared for the girth that comes along with him.

The pleasure quickly begins to consume me, feeling at ease Logan quickly notices. Grabbing my hips, he thrust, hard. Moaning his name over and over, lost in his touch, lost in the sound of his heavy grunts and curses I feel, ecstatic. Gripping his wrist, grabs my hand, surprisingly gently. Lacing my fingers with his, I smile softly.

Pulling me forward, he holds me close to his chest. Wrapping my arms around him softly, I kiss his neck gently. Whisper his name softly, his member twitches, before I can react I feel a knot in my stomach.

Tapping his shoulder I try to get his attention, he meets my gaze. Slamming harder into me I gasp, shouting out in surprise. It doesn't take long for my climax to find me but his pace doesn't stop.

Like an animal he devours me, and when he reaches his peak, my stomach is painted white. Out of breath, I smile at him brightly, giggling as he litters my neck with kisses and light bites.

Landing my lips for his final act, he pulls away slowly. Watching him walk away, returning with a cool cloth to clean me up. Pulling my legs apart, he takes his time, causing my cheeks to burn. Picking me up with ease, I hold onto him.

"Logan-"

He answers quickly, "No, you're not heavy."

Flushed, I chuckle a bit, "Stop ready my mind."

Laying me on the bed, he finds his place beside me, keeping me close. Lying on his chest, a comfortable silence fills the air.

The evening catches up to us, and after another session, and a short dinner, we're back in bed. Tangled under the covers and consumed by each other's warmth.

His grip around me is tight, making me feel secure. In a deep slumber, I'm awakened by the piercing sound of an alarm. A familiar sound I hear to alert the members of the X-Men.

Logan stirs answering the call, sitting up, I open my eyes slowly. Met with a deep kiss, he pushes me against the bed. Parting, he smiles, "I'll pick you up when I'm done."

I nod, "Ok."

Yawning, I get comfortable, mumbling a few words before drifting off to sleep.

"Love you."

I never heard his reply, and when I awaken to the sun kissing my skin the memory is fuzzy yet fresh. Spending my morning on a high, I'm in a daze through my shower, breakfast, and straightening up my home.

Lighting a candle or two, vanilla fills my home. Twirling in my loose dress, I hum a tune, "Maybe I should play a CD..."

Hearing a knock on the door, joy fills my body. Opening it, I get hit on the head, hard.

Falling back, my vision blurs.

What the hell...

Two men enter my home, curing under my breath, I sit up slowly. Grabbing my lamp, I slam it against the assailant's head, I rush to my back door.

Only for a strong hand to grip my hair, yelling out in pain, I get slammed against the wall. The table that collides with me, breaking on impact.

Pain spreads across my body, and the candle falls, landing on a stack of paper causing a fire. It spreads quickly. Someone grabs my ankle, coughing I kick as hard as I not knowing where to aim.

Slipping out of his grip, I lean against the couch. Making a break for it, freedom is in reach, only for the path slipping away. One of them stands in front of the door. Switching direction, I try to get to the kitchen, only to get hit against the head again.

Then everything goes black.

No POV

Logan rides down the road in the dead of night, excited to see Estelle once more.

During his day of fighting, his mind was filled with her sleepy confession, leaving his desire to return even greater.

Missing her touch, her smile, wishing for her to hear his reply. To know that every ounce of him yearns to love her too.

But as the smell of smoke fills his nose, he speeds up. Fear creeping, in hoping it's nothing major, nothing on the edge of life and death.

Shock knocks his body at the sight of her home in burnt shambles. In a desperate rush, he searches the remnants, praying to the gods who scorned him all these years. Pushing and yanking the brunt wood and items he fishes for any sign of death.

Nobody was found.

Realization mixes with his rage as he calls the X-men.

"Estelle. She's been taken."

Their words fall on death's ears, vowing to help find her. He's already gone, following her faint scent in the wind.

Hoping he can make it on time.