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Logan drew heavily from his cigar, his face an intimidating mask of coldness and rage. Adrenalin still pumped heavily in his veins and he was far from winding down. He sat on an easy chair facing the windows, only the moonlight and the tip of his cigar illuminating the darkened room. He was still in uniform, physically and mentally unable to let go of the night's events.

He'd faced death many times before--with him doing the killing or seeing other people get killed. Death was a part of his life, always had and always would. He was unfazed by it. He could look at death straight in the eye and not flinch. But in all the years that he could remember, this was the first time that a death had affected him so deeply. The rescue mission they had set out to do was fairly successful except for one major tragedy.

Exhaling an angry breath, Logan flexed his left hand before popping out his claws. He stared at the gleaming adamantium extensions of his hand with undisguised revulsion. <<Useless fucking claws.>> He snapped them back in and settled more deeply in the chair, replaying the horrifying misfortune in his head.

He didn't sense Marie's presence outside the door. His nerves were so on edge that he actually sprang out of the chair and was ready to attack when Marie let herself in.

"It's just me." Her voice was soft and soothing, her familiar honeyed accent easing his tension within. He promptly fell back on the chair with a grunt.

Marie walked over to him, her look filled with understanding and love. He didn't have to say it.  With him inside her head and all, she knew him well enough to know that it bothered him so much--not being able to save those children. With the ease of familiarity, she sat on his lap and gently stroked the side of his face. "Talk to me."

Logan raised an eyebrow and inhaled from his cigar, exhaling the smoke away from Marie. He stubbornly kept quiet.

She sighed and moved closer to him, taking his cigar and putting it out in the ashtray on the side table. She drew his strained body into her embrace and rested her chin on top of his head. "There are things that we can't do anything about no matter how hard we try. Some things are just out of our hands even if we feel we could've done something to prevent or stop it." She kissed his hair softly. "I know you feel responsible for not being able to save those children, Logan, but it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have saved them. The explosion caught us off-guard and the fire was too great and--"

"I could've burned myself getting them out and still survive it but I didn't go in. I just let them die." Logan's voice was flat and hard.

"No," she exclaimed. "It wasn't like that! We did everything we could to get everybody out--especially you. Especially you," Marie stressed poignantly. "But we just didn't get that chance.

A low cry resounded deep in his throat, finally revealing the agony and grief inside him. His powerful body shook with helpless rage. "God, Marie, they were just children--mutants like us who got experimented on like fucking animals by those fucking doctors. They counted on us to save them. I should've tried harder to get them out. I should've--"

Marie put a finger to his lips, stopping the flow of his almost frantic tirade. "Hush, Logan. It wasn't your fault..." She tried to meet his eyes with her own but he looked away. "Look at me!" She finally raised his head up until he was looking at her with wild hazel eyes. Her own voice shook with emotion. "We went there to try to save all those other mutants who were being held captive for experimentation. We did our best but apparently, it wasn't good enough. Despite our extraordinary capabilities, we're still human, Logan. We're not God. We can't save everyone from dying."

He was quiet for a while, letting Marie's reassurance wash over him like cleansing rain. "I've seen men and women die in all of my lifetime but not kids. Not innocent little kids who only knew suffering and pain...!"

Marie's own eyes teared up as she remembered how the left wing of the lab where the children were blew up before they could reach it. She enfolded Logan in her arms and was glad when he returned the embrace, his body relaxing in her arms. He burrowed his head against her neck and Marie wasn't surprised when she felt a wetness there. It didn't make Logan less of a man to cry, to feel compassion.

"Oh, Logan," she whispered against his hair. "I know it hurts to think of those kids. I hurt as much as you do but try to think of those whose lives we saved instead. They're all safe now because of us. Don't dwell on those that didn't live. There'll be more opportunities for you to help others."

Logan closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. Talking about it with Marie had eased his tension. Her words had the power to comfort him and erase the pain in his heart. He loved listening to her voice. It was a balm to his broken spirit. "You're right," he said gruffly, his throat still tight with tears. "I'm just having a hard time getting over it."

They held each other for a while, giving and receiving comfort in that tight embrace. Marie stroked his hair, calming him with her tender touch. How she loved this man, strong yet so vulnerable it humbled her to see him so. It didn't take long for the heaviness in Logan's chest to leave him. He molded himself against her, letting the tension ebb away. Marie made a move to disentangle herself but Logan held her fast.

"No," he said against her neck. "Stay."

She didn't think twice. "All right."

"Sleep with me."

She stiffened and pulled back to stare at him.

A corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile. "Just sleep," he said, then leaned closer to her ear to add, "For now."

Marie blushed and looked down on her lap.

Logan chuckled quietly but traces of sadness still lingered in his eyes. He stroked a line down her cheek with a finger. "My body may heal itself, but only you can heal me where it really hurts." Before she could say anything, he shifted her on his lap until she was lying comfortably against him. Her face nestled in the nook between his neck and shoulders. "I kinda like it here in the chair. Are you comfortable?"

"I've no complaints as long as I'm in your arms," she said honestly, her hand stroking over where his heart beat strongly.

That earned her a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, baby."

She kissed the soft skin beneath his ear in response.
   

Sometime in the night Logan woke up, his senses keen with the awareness of Marie. He felt the sweet weight of her on his lap and the soft press of her breasts against his chest. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent--a heady combination of musk, sweat, fruity shampoo, innocence and love. He inhaled deeply--yes, it was love. Pure. True. For him. He was overwhelmed by the sudden need to possess this wonderful woman and her special healing love. His body tensed with yearning and his blood turned hot as arousal swept through his body. He stroked his hands along her back, warming her and waking her up at the same time.

Marie stirred and jumped slightly when she felt Logan's warm tongue snake the length of her neck. "Marie," she heard him whisper against her skin. "Wake up, darlin'." She felt him grow hard beneath her, felt his embrace turn possessive and lusty. Awake, alert and instantly aroused, her body trembled as his hands roamed her back, her sides and cupped her breasts.

Sucking fiercely on the tender skin of her throat, Logan pulled down the zipper of her uniform. Marie gasped at his erotic bite, arching her back just in time for her breasts to spill out of her uniform. Logan grasped her hips and urged her to sit astride him. The moment she had him cradled between her thighs, Logan palmed her breasts, warming them and making the tips hard with his touch. He captured one luscious pink-brown nipple and sucked hard until Marie moaned and lurched in his arms. She grew wet and the assault on her senses had a drugging effect on her body as she responded blindly.

Logan thumbed her other nipple to hardness while he soothed the other with licks and kisses. He looked up into her heavy-lidded eyes, silently asking for permission to touch her. "I need you, Marie," he said huskily.

She understood. His grief had turned into the need to celebrate life in the most elemental way. The spectre of death that hung around the air was dissipating and life, like the sun, was beginning to shine forth. Logan needed her to let the light in completely. Marie knew what was required of her and she was more than willing to do it.

Marie nodded her assent and Logan wasted no time in carrying her to his bed and laying her down on it. Without taking his eyes off her, he switched on the lamp perched on the side table. With the soft light illuminating the room, she watched him watching her, seeing the desire flare in his eyes. Their gazes locked as Logan divested himself of his boots, uniform and boxers. Marie's breath hitched in her throat as she saw him completely unclothed for the first time. She'd seen and even touched his chest before but not his whole body...and looking at him now she thought him truly magnificent. His beautiful furry chest, firm stomach, his thick jutting cock, rock-hard thighs... she couldn't help but stare.

He moved gracefully to her side and quickly pulled off her boots. He made quick work of her uniform and stripped her of her panties. When Marie was as gloriously naked as he was, he climbed on top of her, parting her thighs and settling in between them. He rested his weight on his elbows and stared down at the face of the woman he loved.

"Tell me you want this, too," Logan whispered gruffly.

Linking her arms around his neck and drawing his face down to hers, Marie replied, "I do. Very much."

Then they kissed.

Kissed so passionately that not even air could come between their ravaging mouths. Tongues dueled, explored and tasted, moving in a wildly erotic dance. Lips sipped, touched and nibbled, clinging as if never wanting to let go. Marie pulled him down until she felt all of his weight on her. Arms wrapped around each other, their mouths fused endlessly, desire pulsing through their bodies.

Not getting enough of her mouth, his tongue dipped again and again, thrusting hungrily inside. He lifted his mouth to stare at her moist, swollen lips only to swoop down and take hers again.

Marie arched into him, wrapping her legs around his hips and feeling his impressive erection against her own aroused flesh. This was so new to her. Before Logan, nobody had ever touched or kissed her. David didn't even count. But she wasn't scared. She felt none of the uncertainty or hesitation she had always thought she would feel when she finally gave her body to someone. Despite Logan's urgent and obvious need to be one with her, she knew he would never hurt her in any way. He made her feel so good, so delicious. Boldly, she rubbed herself against his cock, gasping at his heat and size.

"I don't think you're ready for that just yet, darlin'," Logan drawled against her lips before going down to attack her throat with wet, nipping kisses.

"I'm not?" she asked on a gasp as Logan bit her gently on top of one full breast.

"Have to pleasure you first," he muttered before taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Hmmmm...but you are! Pleasuring...oooh, Logan...pleasuring me, I mean."

Biting her nipple and soothing the sting with one long lick of his tongue, he looked up into her brown velvet eyes and said deliberately, "I want to make you come first."

A blush bloomed in Marie's cheeks that spread out down her neck and upper chest. Logan chuckled. He loved seeing her blush. "Maybe I should make you blush more often." And raking his gaze from her breasts to her parted thighs, he added, "Like right now."

He scooted downwards until he was lying between her legs.

"Logan..." Marie said uncertainly, laying a restraining hand on the side of his head. She felt vulnerable lying there naked with her legs spread and Logan's large body between them.

But Logan paid her no heed and instead focused all his senses on her fragrant sex, open and welcoming him. His fingers grazed her brown curls, caressing her mound before dipping in her glistening moist slit. He stroked her nether lips, parting them so his finger could gain entry into her secret gate. He filled her with that gentle intruder, making her inner muscles ripple in greeting. "So tight, baby," he whispered. "So wet you're soaking the sheets." He began to move his finger in and out.

Instead of feeling scandalized by his blunt declaration, Marie felt a stronger wave of arousal wash over her body. She gripped his head, urging him to touch her as he willed. With his finger still thrusting inside her, Logan compounded her sweet torture by licking and sucking on her clit. This time, a long wail erupted from Marie as she climaxed helplessly.

Seeing Marie lost in her orgasm, her forehead knotted as if in pain and her lips parted made him harder than he ever remembered he could. He desperately needed to be inside her. He raised up and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He threw his head back in a loud groan as he rubbed his aching cock against the swollen wet folds of her sex. He slicked himself up with her wetness, bumping her clit with the head of his cock in the process. He was finally probing her entrance, finding his way inside her body when Marie tensed up and gripped his shoulders.

"Logan, I--I've never..."

He bent down and gave her a quick hard kiss. "I know, darlin'." His eyes were dark with passion and determination to claim her. "I'll try not to hurt you." He prodded gently, feeling her body open for him. He pushed again until he felt her body's natural barrier.

Marie hissed at the painful albeit pleasurable pressure.

His eyes bore down into hers. "Don't look away. Look at me while we join. I want to see you shatter into a thousand pieces when you come. So warm, Marie... so tight. Here...we...go...." He roared when he broke through her fragile tissue and plunged into her.

"Logan!" A quick, sharp pain ripped through but her gaze didn't waver from Logan's. He was every bit the Wolverine now, his teeth bared and his eyes intense as he thrust until he was fully imbedded inside her.

His thick size filled her, stretched her to the point of pain but it was a fullness that Marie took pleasure in. The discomfort she felt at his initial entry was slowly fading and the voluptuous feeling of being possessed started taking over her.

Logan controlled himself not to pound away into his completion. He hadn't even worked himself enough inside her body that much but he was ready to come. He couldn't believe her incredible heat, her tight clasp on him, her instant effect on him. She was special, his Marie, and he was going to be make this as good as it was going to be for him.

He stilled inside her depths, letting her ripple all over him exquisitely, accustoming her to his invasion. "Are you okay?" he panted above her.

Eyes glazed with passion, she pulled his mouth down on hers and whispered against his lips, "Yeah." She made a small movement of her hips experimentally and seeing that there was no more pain, she did it again. "In fact, I think I'm starting to like it," she said teasingly.

"I'll make you love it," he growled. He moved slowly at first, measuring himself against her tight channel. But when Marie bucked beneath him, her nails scoring the skin of his back and her hands gripping his buttocks to spur him on, he lost his control and thrust hard and fast inside her. One of his hands insinuated itself where they were joined, caressing himself and her as he moved. Marie gasped when he felt his fingers touch where she was stretched by his girth and she pitched beneath him with a cry when he plied her clit.

"Open your eyes!" Marie's eyes had closed when the pleasure poured into her body and now she opened them again to lock with his feral hazel gaze. "That's it," he encouraged, going in and out of her rhythmically and rubbing her sensitive nubbin at the same time. "You're feeling it now, aren't you?"

"Logan," she gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. "I'm... I'm..."

His hips were pistoning against her now. "Coming, baby?" he asked raggedly, his features contorting as he felt his own climax nearing. "You're coming for me now?"

Hearing him talk and feeling his rapid movements sent her over the edge. "Yes! Oh Logan!" The building pressure in her loins exploded, overwhelming her with its exquisite pleasure. Ecstasy washed over her in torrents as she shuddered beneath him.

Logan roared, grinding his hips against her before spilling his seed hotly inside her tight sheath. He thrust in time with the frantic rippling of her muscles, letting her milk him of all his essence. After one strained moment, he collapsed on top of her, utterly drained and completely satisfied.

Marie must've fallen asleep for a few minutes because when she woke up, she was lying on top of Logan. One of Logan's arms was wrapped around her back, plastering her to his chest, while the other anchored her buttocks to keep her from disjoining with him. He was whispering against her forehead, telling her how beautiful she was, how wonderful, how sexy and so damn tight he nearly went crazy at the
feel of her.

"My baby," he breathed softly, lovingly.

She lifted her head to look at him. "I think I passed out for a while there."

He gave her a self-satisfied grin. "Nearly did that myself, darlin'. God, Marie, it was never that good for me before."

"But you've had a lot of women..."

"But I've never made love until now."

Marie gave him a watery smile and leaned down to kiss his furry chest. "I'm so glad, Logan. So glad it was good for you."

"Was it good for you, too?" he teased.

She smacked him on the chest. "You damn well made sure it was, you big, hairy oaf!" she laughed. "Thank you. For a first time it was... incredible."

"Being your first man, I had to make it good for you."

She smacked him again. "Chauvinist!"

"Whatever," he said in a dismissive tone. "I'm a possessive man when it comes to you so forgive me if I got too damn glad for being your first."

Marie snorted. "Like it could've been anyone else."

"And why not?"

"Because I love you!"

He smiled another one his self-satisfied smiles and kissed her soundly on the lips.  He sighed happily and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling.

Marie propped herself on his chest and tapped her fingers. "And you, mister? Do you love me, too?" she demanded.

It was like she had poured a pail of ice water over him. "Darlin', do you doubt it?!" he exploded. "I get a heart attack whenever we go on a mission. I break into a sweat one second after you escape my line of vision.  And just smelling you, feeling your skin against mine gets me so hard I'm starting to think it's the natural state of things for me to be always aroused around you." He grew quiet for a minute, contemplating what he wanted to say next. "You make me feel things. You make me feel vulnerable. You know me more than anybody ever has. You anticipate what I need. You know what I feel even before I do." His voice turned cajoling. "You heal me, baby, inside and out. You do that to me so easily. So don't you ever, ever, doubt what I feel for you. I know I haven't said it before so I'm telling you now. I love you, Marie. Baby. Darlin'."

Tears of joy swelled and fell from her eyes. "Oh, Logan I..." Words escaped her and she stared helplessly at him, trying to voice out her feelings but failing. It was so profound, so beautiful, what Logan had said to hear and she was just speechless.

Logan touched his fingers to her lips. "I know, baby, I know. You love me. You show it to me everytime you touch me. When you take care of me. When you talk to me. You're the most beautiful person I know-- beautiful where it matters and I'm the happiest man alive because you're mine. All mine." He stared at her liquid brown eyes for one intense moment before taking her mouth.

Marie moaned in response, opening her lips for his insistent tongue. How she loved this man. She tried to say it with her body this time, exploring his mouth and taking in his taste. She felt him swelling and getting hard inside her, his arm urging her hips to move. It didn't take her long to get the rhythm and soon she was riding him expertly, hurtling them both to ecstasy.

A few months later

"We kicked some Sentinel ass real good this time," Logan remarked gruffly.

Scott smiled teasingly, "Is that your roundabout way of saying 'We did a great job, Scooter?' You're finally acknowledging my leadership skills?"

The two men, along with Jean, Ororo, Bobby and St. John had just left the Professor's study for the debriefing, both in good spirits as the latest mission had been successful. The Professor had been more than pleased. Marie, Jubilee and Kitty had been ordered to stay behind to take over Jean, Ororo and Scott's classes.

"You'd be lucky," he growled. "All I'm saying is that revenge is an effective motivator."

Regarding the larger man with lessening hostility, Scott could only shake his head at Logan's attempt at civility. Marie had really done a wonderful job on Logan, he thought. Oh, he was still his sarcastic, gruff self, but something had definitely changed in him.

"Have to hit the showers. Jean's already waiting for me," Scott begged off. "I'll see you in training tomorrow."

"Sure, pansy ass."

Scott turned around. "I heard that! Like *you* can't wait to get back to Rogue."

"Shut up!"

Down the hall, Scott's laughter could be heard.

So Scott was right. So what? Rubbing his hands together expectantly, Logan headed upstairs to the bedroom. Despite their victory, he was tired and in dire need of healing. With a wicked smile on his lips, he took the stairs with only one thought in his mind: Marie.

He opened the bedroom door with barely contained excitement but found it empty.

"Marie?"

His sensitive hearing picked up sounds coming from the bathroom. He was about to head for it when the bathroom door opened and Marie came out, wiping her mouth with a towel.

"Logan! You're home! Did you take them down?" Marie, dressed only in a pajama top, dropped the towel and launched herself in his arms.

He caught her sweet weight and buried his face against her neck. "Oh, baby," he sighed loudly, happy to feel her close to him. "Puny giant robots, they were easy targets! We had fun playing with them." Just then, his nostrils flared as he caught her scent. Something wasn't right.

"You okay, darlin'?" he asked worriedly.

Marie drew back and gave him an odd look. "I'm the one who should be asking you that, Logan."

His brows furrowed. "There's something about you that--"

Marie shut him up with a hard kiss, parting his lips ruthlessly and plunging her tongue inside his mouth. Logan gripped the back of her neck, mussing her brown locks as he angled their heads closely for the kiss. She tasted of fresh mint from the toothpaste.

Needing to breathe, Marie pulled away, staring alternately at his darkening hazel eyes and glistening lips. "Welcome home, Logan," she murmured dazedly.

"Actually, that wasn't the kind of welcome I was looking for," he teased her.

Following his lead, Marie stroked his shoulders and arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what kind were you expecting?"

Logan gripped her buttocks and pulled her tight against his throbbing erection. "This kind," he growled.

Marie gasped as desire pulsed through her body at the feel of how much he wanted her. "I see you're in perfect condition. Taking down the Sentinels didn't do any damage?"

"Just here." One hand pulled hers down to the bulge tenting his uniform. "And I need you to take care it." He pulled her in his arms again and hugged her tight. "Right now." His hands wandered to her buttocks then to her back beneath her top and discovered something. "Ooh, baby, you're naked underneath," he whispered seductively in her ear. "I think this calls for the sexual healing special."

"Hmmm, yeah," she whispered back. Marie pulled the zip of his uniform down and rubbed the abundant hair on his chest. "I think so, too," she said before leaning down to lick at his nipple.

His chest rumbled at the caress and Logan pulled her up for another moist, deep kiss. "Let me shower first," he said when he came up for air.

"Okay." She sat down on the bed and watched him strip.

Logan didn't take his eyes off her either and when he was naked, he stood there for a while, letting her stare to her heart's content. He grinned when he saw her swallow hard.

"Don't be long, honey," she managed through her tight throat. Logan's naked body never failed to take her breath away.

With a sexy smile, he turned towards the bathroom, providing her a nice view of his tight butt.

Marie let go of the breath she was unconsciously holding when the bathroom door closed. She was used to Logan getting randy after a mission, she revelled in it, in fact. But this was one occasion when she was glad she was able to distract him with desire for a while.  She didn't want to give anything away yet and with Logan having an unfair advantage with his heightened senses, she knew he would discover her secret soon enough. Unthinkingly, she pulled the small drawer of the bedside table open and took out a box of chocolate. She bit through the soft confection, chewing slowly as she savored the flavor in her mouth. How do I tell him, she thought. Wait. The question should be, how do I keep it from him longer? That problem preoccupied Marie for a while, and she didn't notice she'd been consuming the chocolates until she glanced down and saw the half-empty box and her stained fingers.

"Don't you think it's a little late for dessert?" Logan asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips.

Marie was pulled out of her reverie rather rudely. "Oh!" A blush bloomed in her cheeks at having been caught "snacking". She guiltily put the box of chocolates back in the drawer and assumed an unperturbed pose on the bed. "I, uh, I was just uh..."

"Having a sugar fix," Logan supplied for her. He lounged beside her on the bed.

"Yeah," she nodded a little too enthusiastically, relieved that he hadn't made the connection yet. Trying to divert him, she said, "I take it the mission was a success?"

"Didn't take us long to put those robots down. We finally found a way to disable those giant bastards and they all fell down one by one, like toy soldiers," Logan narrated with relish. Growing bored with the topic of conversation, he noticed her chocolate-stained fingers. He picked up her hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking on the chocolate-coated digits.

Marie closed her eyes at the erotic sensation of his tongue and lips, feeling the pull of his mouth all the way down between her legs. "Did anybody get hurt?" she asked on a moan.

"No."  He licked her middle finger clean before sucking the whole thing down his throat suggestively.

"Oh, God," Marie moaned.

"What do you say we ditch the conversation and just get down right to my request," he murmured against her hand.

"Okay," she acquiesced. Her eyes slumberous with desire, she stood up with her hands on her hips and ordered Logan to get "On your stomach, big boy."

With a roguish grin, Logan said, "Yes, mistress." He whipped off the towel and laid down on his belly. He loved being the recipient of the sexual healing special, a term he coined to mean a massage before sex. He settled comfortably on the center of the bed, crossing his arms to pillow his head on.

Marie unbuttoned her pajama top and naked, padded to the dresser drawer to get a bottle of vanilla-scented oil. She took a moment to admire Logan's beautiful body--his muscled back sweeping down to his tight butt and strong, sinewy legs. She shivered at the thought of having that body all to herself all night and everyday of her life. She lithely climbed on the bed and swung her legs over him, sitting on his buttocks. They both groaned at the contact--Logan feeling her fuzzy wetness and Marie feeling his hot flesh against her own.

She rubbed the oil in her palms, warming it before spreading it over his shoulders. She leaned down, pressing her soft breasts against his back. "Stretch out your arms, honey," she whispered in his ear. Logan obliged with a murmur, unfolding his arms from underneath his head to extend them to a V. Marie got some more oil and, starting from each point of his shoulder, smoothed it firmly down his arms until her hands weaved through his, until she was lying flat over him, thighs gripping his sides and her upper body stretched taut.

Logan couldn't help the deep groan that came out of his throat. Her hands and her body were driving him crazy with need. He pitched beneath her, initiating friction from their bodies, loving the feel of her above him. Marie's hands unclasped his, the identical gold wedding bands circling their fingers glinting, and retraced their path back to his shoulders. Sitting up straight on his butt, she poured some more oil on his back and started kneading his warm flesh.
With sure, firm fingers, she dug into his back, unknotting the tense muscles. She massaged him lovingly and efficiently, caressing his skin at the same time. She'd do this every night if he wanted to just so she could hear him purr. And was he purring now. A low growl vibrated throughout his body, transmitting waves of energy through her. Her hands worked on his sides down to his waist, molding his flesh until he squirmed because it tickled. She scooted downwards until she was straddling his thighs.

"This is my favorite part of your anatomy," Marie murmured as she glided her oil-slicked palms over his delectable buns.

"I thought it's what's in front that you love," he purred when she squeezed. That earned him a playful slap. "Ow!"

She soothed the sting with a caress. "Well, I love that too." Marie moved on downwards, showering attention on his thighs and calves, ankles and feet.

Logan turned over before she could tell him to, his erection standing up in the air. "As much as I appreciate your capable hands working all over me, I don't think I can wait any longer. I need to be inside you," he growled as he lifted her up his body until she was straddling him again.

His hands travelled from her hips to her waist until he was holding her breasts in his palms, stroking her nipples to hardness with his thumbs. Logan searched her face, reading desire and love there. "I couldn't wait to get back to you. All I could think of was you waiting for me here, ready with your special loving. You're what sustains me. My reward at the end of a mission. My prize." He touched her lovingly, feeling her warmth and softness. "You're so beautiful, so wonderful, so mine..." He pulled her down for a heart-stopping, tongue-thrusting kiss. Wrapping his arms around her back, he flipped them over so that he was now the one on top.

Like a starving man, Logan ate at her lips, pushing his tongue deep to taste her. He tongued the corners of her mouth, nipped her lush lips and sucked on her tongue. His hands stroked her thighs that were wrapped around his waist, grinding his cock against her wet heat. He knew she was ready but he wanted to prolong the love play some more. His mouth traced a moist path to her ear, breathing in it.

Marie shivered as his hot breath filled her ear and gasped when his wet tongue probed. She arched at the erotic caress, moaning his name passionately which drove Logan to latch onto her earlobe and suck. He moved on to her throat, pressing wet, sucking kisses on her smooth skin. Marie was getting impatient, though. She wanted him to suck on another part of her body.

"Logan..."

"Hmmm..."

"Please..." Her back arched yet again, needing to feel his mouth.

"Please what?"

"..."

He took pity on her. "Where do you want my mouth?"

"D-down here," she rasped, her hands fluttering to her chest. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples tight.

"I need to hear you say it," he demanded. "Tell me where."

A sensuous thrill ran down her spine at the thought of saying her wants out loud. "O-on my breasts, Logan," she cried. "I want to feel your mouth on my---oh!"

Marie finally got what she wanted. Scooting back a bit, Logan took her right nipple into his mouth, drawing on the tight nubbin fiercely. He spent a lot of time on her breasts, lavishing them with all the attention she craved. He licked and sucked, biting her nipples gently until she arched powerfully beneath him and moaned his name.

Her breasts had been sensitive lately, they became swollen and her nipples grew hard at the slightest stimulation. She'd already foregone wearing a bra because she found it too confining. Having Logan's mouth on them was both a relief and an excitement. Feeling his tongue, teeth and lips work on her soft flesh was giving her the most delicious sensations. A sharp ache gathered in the pit of her stomach, radiating enticingly to the drenched flesh between her legs.

Logan looked up from the twin flesh he was ravishing, noticing the sheen of wetness his mouth had made and noticing something else too. "You're fuller," he murmured wonderingly almost to himself. "And darker here." His thumbs flicked at the distended nipples.

Too far gone with pleasure, Marie didn't hear his musing but gripped his head to urge him to give her satisfaction. "Logan, please... I need you," she whimpered.

Without a second thought, Logan latched on to her nipple and sucked fiercely. Which sent Marie screaming and bucking beneath him as release swept over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

With eyes smoldering with passion, Logan's gaze swept over her body, from her swollen breasts to the glistening wetness in the apex of her thighs. He brushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead while his other hand travelled downwards until he was cupping her heat.

"You're so beautiful, Marie," he whispered, his fingers playing between her legs until they were all wet.

Marie's eyes fluttered open. Her body, sated just a few moments before, wanted another round. She couldn't blame her body for not knowing the meaning of restraint when it came to making love with Logan. She drew him back in her arms until he was lying between her spread legs again. She kissed him deeply, her tongue playing with his rough and agile one. Her hand gripped his massive erection, moving up and down in a rhythm she knew he loved. She smiled when he heard him growl against her neck. She pressed his cock against her wetness temptingly, her pink flesh opening, throbbing and sucking at him.

Logan couldn't take the teasing anymore. He found her warm and wet channel and pushed in. Bracing himself on his elbows at either side of her head, he drove into her with an exultant cry. An incredulous statement came over his face as a different kind of heat singed him from within her. The knowledge intensified his passion and arousal, giving him the fervor to plunge again and again inside her.

She held on to him tightly, hanging on as he rode her fast and hard. A cry escaped her as she felt him grow impossibly bigger inside her, stretching her almost to the point of pain. "Logan!"

He bit her shoulder, the pain adding to her pleasure. "We're almost there, baby," he panted. "God, it's so good!"

Marie screamed as the pressure finally exploded and overwhelming pleasure took over her senses. She almost didn't notice Logan pounding frantically into her in search of his own release, almost didn't hear his guttural cry as he spilled his seed inside her, splashing the walls of her spasming muscles with his liquid love. They strained against each other, both unwilling to let go of the pleasure still coursing through their veins.

Logan slumped heavily on her, his body lax from the incredible satisfaction it had just felt. After a minute, he sat up, arranging her legs so they were still joined. Pleasure and amazement was evident on his face as his hands smoothed over her still flat stomach.

"You know, don't you?" Marie gasped, still catching her breath.

He gave her that crooked naughty smile of his. "It's pretty hard to miss when I'm this close to our baby." He thrust gently to emphasize his point.

She pinched his arm playfully. "I wanted to be the one to tell you but I should've known it would be impossible. I think you know my body better than I do." She glanced up at him uncertainly. "How do you feel about the baby, Logan?"

Giving her a reassuring smile, he leaned down and kissed her gently, his tongue licking her lips soothingly. "Oh, Marie, I'm excited, proud and happy." As if on cue, he grew hard inside her, the thought of his wife carrying his baby exciting him beyond words.  "Very happy," he chuckled at his body's reaction. "If that doesn't convince you, I don't know what will."

She gave him her brightest and warmest smile. "I'm so glad. Oh, Logan, I'm so glad!"

"I knew there was something different about the way smelled earlier," he mused out loud. "You were never crazy about chocolates before so that gave me a clue. I saw the changes in your breasts and when I entered you, that's when I knew for sure." He looked deep in her eyes. "I felt our baby nestled inside you. It greeted me with a different kind of heat and I knew." Love filled his heart as gazed down on her.  "I love you, Marie. I love that you have our baby inside you. I didn't think it was possible for me to fall more in love with you, but I have. I love you."

Tears flowed down her cheeks. Happiness overflowed inside her. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this kind of happiness. "I love you, I love you..."

Still not breaking their link, Logan rolled onto his back and settled her comfortably above him. He pressed his lips against her hair. "I've a wonderful, beautiful wife, a baby... There's nothing else I could want."

Smiling secretly, Marie suggested, "How about two babies instead of one?"

"What?"

Marie raised her head. "Didn't I tell you that my father is a twin?"

"Oh my God. Twins." Logan swelled even more inside her.

She laughed sexily. "I see you like that idea!"