The King's Return

51| I'M PERFECTLY FINE

LOGAN'S POV

Waking up to an empty bed, my heart had raced with dread as the absence of Amira sank in. The immediate thought that she had left me once again had sent a chill down my spine, and I was consumed by horror. The silence in the room had been deafening, each tick of the clock amplifying the fear that gnawed at my insides.

I had reached out to her side of the bed, finding only cool sheets and a void that seemed to expand with every passing second. Memories of our nights together had flooded my mind, contrasting sharply with the loneliness that now engulfed me. It felt like a part of me was missing, a vital part that I couldn't function without.

My mind had drifted back to that fateful moment when I had returned home to find her gone. The shock had nearly paralyzed me, but back then, I had convinced myself that she preferred that scoundrel Sebastian over me. The memories had still been raw, the pain still fresh, and I could vividly recall the sense of betrayal that had crushed me.

I had come home expecting to see her smiling face, only to be met with an empty chamber and no note that could have offered a little comfort. The despair had been overwhelming, a heavy weight that settled on my chest and refused to budge. I had paced the floors, replaying every conversation, every argument, trying to decipher where it had all gone wrong.

Lying there, everything had started to make sense—the fever that had plagued me, my dulled senses. My wolf had felt the sting of rejection after Amira had refused to move in with me. I couldn’t deny that I had felt the same way, abandoned and hurt. My body had ached with a sickness that went beyond physical illness; it was a manifestation of my emotional turmoil.

The fever had seemed to burn through me, a relentless reminder of the love I had lost and the future that now seemed uncertain. My senses, once sharp and keen, had become clouded as if they too were mourning the absence of my mate.

Initially, I had tried to remain hopeful, clinging to the words she had once said—that she loved me. But as time passed, I had struggled to find any reason she would change her mind and decide to stay. My wolf, once a vibrant part of me, had retreated into silence, refusing to share our body. He had felt purposeless, and I was beginning to feel the same despair. I longed for the connection we once had, for the unspoken bond that linked our souls. Without her, everything seemed bleak and meaningless. My wolf's silence had been the most painful reminder of all, a constant echo of my own fears and doubts. Each passing minute had felt like a battle.

"I know I had promised you that we were going to do this at your pace, but Amira, this feels like I have been rejected," I said, my voice barely a whisper, laden with the fear and insecurity that had been festering inside me.

"Logan, are you mad? Why would I reject you?" she responded, her eyes wide with disbelief. "I told you that I loved you and also assured you that even though I said that without thinking, I meant every word. Who the hell would reject their mate after falling in love with them?"

She continued, her voice growing more impassioned with every word. "I love you, Logan Morningstar, and there is nothing in this world that would change how I feel about you. I might not be ready to fully mate with you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. The Moon Goddess knows how much you mean to me. I would never reject you or leave you. We promised that we were going to fix our relationship, and that’s why I am here. To fix this relationship."

Her words struck deep, dispelling the fog of doubt that had clouded my mind. "I promise you, I will never reject you. No matter what happens between us, I would never do that. I know how much you love me, Logan. I don’t doubt that now, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I am just afraid of commitments, that’s all."

I hadn’t realized my sense of smell was back until the scent of salt in the air reached me, and I understood it was from her tears. Somehow, I had made her cry for the second time that day.

I pulled her to me, amazed at the strength that surged through me. She was in my lap in less than a second. I wiped her tears with both my thumbs and then kissed her eyes, one by one.

Then, I kissed her lips, and she responded instantly. The kiss felt like a lifeline, something I hadn’t realized I had missed so much. It felt like we hadn’t kissed in centuries, each touch a reaffirmation of the bond we shared, each moment a step towards healing the rift that had threatened to tear us apart.

I have been filled with a deep need to be with this woman and share intimate moments ever since I met her. However, this desire peaked today in a way never seen before. Maybe it's the terror that still exists from not so long ago when I thought she may have gone away from me forever. That terror gave me a strong desire to tie her to me for eternity so she would have no way out. The only way I could think to accomplish that was by making love to her, a profound and intimate act that would symbolize our inseparable bond.

The fact is, everything else paled in comparison to my desire to make love to her. It ate up my thoughts and fuelled my greatest desires. But with this strong desire came prudence as well—a reluctance to act on impulse and do something I could come to regret. I was overcome with strong feelings in her presence that I found difficult to contain.

"Logan..."

Her voice was so sweet and passionate that it made me tremble to hear her say my name. "Amor," I replied, my voice thick with desire, "when you call my name like that, it becomes nearly impossible to banish the thoughts that flood my mind. You have no idea what I want to do to you."

She didn't say anything, her gaze fixed on me. She was breathing fast and shallow like she was nervous and excited at the same time. The way she stared at me, with her frantic little breaths, just fueled my need.

I hesitated, the temptation too strong. "Now that I think about it, why don't I just show you?" I said, gaining confidence in my tone. I fixed my eyes on her, looking for any hint of hesitancy, any clue that she wanted me to stop. But none was present. With unflinching eyes, she gave me a look that seemed to challenge me to move forward.

Unspoken words and irresistible attraction exploded in the air between us at that same instant. Her glance appeared to dare me, to push me forward, rather than provide a single word to discourage me.

Her scent changed, becoming sweeter and more intoxicating, filling the air around us. I found myself unable to resist any longer. With a gentle yet firm motion, I shifted our positions so that she lay beneath me, her eyes now fixed on mine with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

Leaning in, I kissed her again, starting from her soft lips, and tracing a path down to her neck. I savoured the taste of her skin, the warmth that radiated from her body. My lips continued their journey, moving slowly down until I reached the tender skin between her breasts. There, I paused, lifting my head to gaze at her face. Her eyes had been closed, lost in the sensations I was evoking, but they fluttered open when she felt my gaze upon her.

With deliberate slowness, I began to unbutton her shirt, each button yielding to my touch as if I had all the time in the world. The fabric parted, revealing more of her delicate skin underneath. As I exposed her, I felt a surge of possessiveness mixed with a need to explore and worship every inch of her.

Taking one of her n*****s into my mouth, I caressed it gently with my tongue, while my hand cupped the other breast, feeling its softness and the slight rise of her breath. Her responses, the little sounds of pleasure she made, fueled my desire further. I delighted in knowing that I was the cause of her escalating arousal, her scent becoming more potent with every passing moment.

In the midst of our passion, a memory surfaced, a conversation with Connor about manhood and patience. He had questioned my resolve to wait until Amira was ready, wondering if I truly understood what I was denying both of us by holding back. At that time, I had been steadfast in my belief that our connection deserved to blossom naturally, without rushing or forcing anything. Now, as I tasted her, and felt her respond to me, I knew with a certainty that this moment, this union, was worth every moment of restraint but I was really a damn fool for waiting this long.

“Logan?”

"What is it, amor?" I replied, my voice husky with desire. I didn't cease my actions, but I paused briefly to engage with her.

“I thought…” Her voice faltered, and I couldn’t help but tease her when I noticed the playful uncertainty in her expression.

“You thought?” I prompted, a smirk playing on my lips.

“I thought that you didn’t have any energy,” she finally managed to say.

“I didn’t? Why don’t I remember that?” I chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before meeting her gaze with a playful twinkle in my eye.

“But—”

“Don’t worry, amor. I’m perfectly fine,” I assured her, my tone light yet reassuring. “A little fever won’t slow me down.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to wait until I was ready to fully commit myself to you and our mate bond?” Her concern was palpable, a reminder of the trust and understanding between us.

“I might have changed my mind.”

“Logan…”

“I'm just teasing you,” I interrupted with a grin, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I am going to wait, but that doesn’t mean I have to be a saint, amor. I intend to explore every part of your body, to bring you pleasure beyond measure.”

“I’m your mate, mi amor,” I continued, my voice filled with affection and a hint of mischief. “I can’t just sit here and look at you without touching you. That would be torture. Now, shall we get back to business?”

After asking if they could get back to business, Amira nodded eagerly, her eyes reflecting both desire and trust. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that conveyed my longing and devotion. Moving down, I trailed kisses along her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.

Her sighs of pleasure urged me on as I explored her body with gentle yet purposeful caresses. Sliding my hands over her curves, I felt her warmth and the subtle shivers of anticipation that ran through her. Lowering myself, I kissed down her torso, savouring the taste and scent of her skin.

When I reached between her legs, I parted them carefully, ensuring she was comfortable and ready. My focus was solely on her pleasure, on giving her everything she desired and more. I continued to worship her with kisses and gentle touches, every movement and sensation shared in the intimacy of our bond.

As I brought her to an orgasm, she cried out and her voice filled the room. She chanted my name like a prayer, her hands finding solace in my hair as I continued to bring her waves of bliss.

In that sacred moment of intimacy, I felt our bond deepen.