Unleashed in the Storm

ARIANA'S POV

The storm trapped us, but as I sat there, shivering in Logan's car, I started to think maybe it wasn't the worst fate. Rain lashed the windshield, a gray curtain blurring the world beyond, and the wind howled like something alive. My teeth chattered, my soaked tank top and shorts clinging to me like ice, but Logan he just leaned back, his golden eyes glinting in the dimness, that larger-than-life smirk tugging at his lips. His shaggy blonde hair dripped onto his hoodie, and I couldn't stop staring. He was best and strength wrapped in a tease, and I was freezing, fragile, caught.

He slammed a fist against the dashboard, the thud jolting me. "Piece of junk," he muttered, twisting the radio knob. Static crackled, relentless, and he sighed, letting his hand drop. "Nothing's working tonight."

"S-sorry," I stammered, hugging my elbows tighter. My limbs felt leaden, every nerve numbed by the cold seeping into my bones. My vision blurred, head tipping back against the seat, and I fought to keep my eyes open.

"Ariana?" His voice cut through the haze, sharp with concern. A warm hand gripped my shoulder, shaking me gently, and I blinked up at him, his face swimming into focus. "Hey, you're not dying on me, are you?"

"N-not dying," I managed, my lips sluggish. "J-just… cold."

"I know." His tone softened, relief flickering in those golden eyes. He shifted, his broad frame filling the cramped space. "Come here. Let me warm you up."

I nodded, too weak to argue, and barely registered him climbing into the backseat. He beckoned me with a tilt of his head, and I crawled after him, my movements clumsy. His arms opened-strong, steady—and I sank into his chest, curling against him like he was my lifeline.

Heat radiated off him, thawing the ice in my veins, and I pressed closer, my cheek against the damp fabric of his hoodie. God, he's so warm. His scent hit me—pine, earth, a faint tang of sweat—and it wrapped around me, intoxicating.

"Better?" he rumbled, his voice vibrating through his chest into mine.

"Yeah," I whispered, nodding against him. My fingers brushed his arm, tracing the hard muscle beneath, and a shiver ran through me—not from cold this time. His chuckle rolled low, and he tightened his hold, one hand sliding up my back.

"Good," he said, then paused, his tone dropping to something tentative, testing. "I'm a shoulder to lean on… and a hell of a ride, if you're up for it."

I laughed, soft and shaky, warmth blooming in my chest. "Shameless," I teased, tilting my head to meet his gaze.

His eyes locked onto mine, glittering with something raw—desire, hunger, lips twitching as he licked them, slow and deliberate. My breath hitched. I wanted those lips, wanted to know if they'd burn as hot as his touch.

"Logan," I murmured, the word slipping out like a plea.

"Red," he breathed back, his voice gravelly, and that was it—the spark ignited.

His lips brushed mine, gentle at first, a soft press that sent a jolt through me. They were warm, sensual, everything I'd imagined, and I leaned in, kissing him back. Something snapped in him then—his hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my wet hair, and the kiss deepened, fierce and consuming. I moaned into his mouth, dizzy, lost in the taste of him—salt and storm and something wild.

The world shrank to us, the rain a distant hum. His tongue swept against mine, hot and insistent, and I melted, my hands clutching his hoodie. Heat pooled low in my belly, my core throbbing as I felt him harden beneath me—a thick, impossible pressure that made my thighs clench.

He groaned, low and primal, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw, my neck. His hand slid under my tank top, rough palm skimming my ribs, and found my breast. He scooped it into his grip, firm and possessive, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked, hard and aching. I gasped, arching into him, sparks exploding behind my eyes.

"Strip," he commanded, voice thick with need, eyes blazing gold. "Now."

My heart pounded, a thrill racing through me. I'd never gone this—never gone this far with a man before—but his gaze promised everything, and I couldn't say no. My trembling hands fumbled with my tank top, peeling it off, the wet fabric slapping the seat.

His breath hitched as he took me in, bare from the waist up, freckles stark against my flushed skin. "You're fucking beautiful," he rasped, his hand tracing a slow line from my collarbone to my breast, cupping it again. He squeezed, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and I whimpered, heat flooding me.

He leaned in, lips closing over my breast, and I cried out, the wet heat of his mouth overwhelming. His tongue flicked my nipple, teasing, then sucked hard, his other hand kneading my opposite breast with a strength that bordered on feral. My head ripped back, moans spilling free as he devoured me, his growls vibrating against my skin. I was virgin, untouched, but he handled me like he'd already claimed every inch.

His hands slid lower, yanking my shorts and panties down in one swift, powerful tug, baring me completely. I gasped, vulnerable, but his arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly—like I weighed nothing—and settled me onto his thighs.

He shed his jeans and boxers, and my eyes widened at the sight of him. His cock was massive—thick, long, veins pulsing—it didn't look like the ones in comics or movies, it was way bigger and longer. My stomach flipped, fear and want tangling as he guided me over it.

"I…I don't think I can take this, Logan," I whispered in fear. Of course there's no way his 15' inches cock would fit inside my brand new pussy.

"Relax," he murmured, kissing my neck, his hands steady on my hips. "I've got you."

The tip nudged my entrance, slick with my arousal, and I tensed, breath hitching. He pressed in slow, stretching me, a sharp sting giving way to fullness as my walls parted for him. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in as he filled me, inch by impossible inch, until I swore I couldn't take more.

"Mine," he growled, voice dark with possession, and thrust up, claiming me fully.

Pain flared, then melted into pleasure, raw and building. "Arggghhh… fuck…" I moaned, loud and broken, as he lifted me—his strength unreal—and slid me down again, setting a rhythm that rocked the car. My breasts bounced, his tongue catching my nipple each time I descended, and I lost myself, head lolling, tongue slack as my hair whipped around me.

Wetness slicked his shaft, my thighs trembling as he groaned, deep and guttural. "Fuck, you're tight," he rasped, pistoning harder, the slap of my ass against him drowning out the storm.

He shifted us then, flipping me onto my back across the backseat, the leather cool against my spine. He loomed over me, a predator, golden eyes glowing as he spread my legs wide. "I fucking own you now," he snarled, thrusting in again, deeper, his cock hitting places I didn't know existed.

"Ohhh… yes—fuck me, Logan… ummm… oh my gosh…" My scream echoed, pleasure tearing through me as he pounded my wrists above my head, his mouth reclaiming my breast, sucking until I writhed, helpless beneath him.

Another shift—he pulled out, flipping me onto my knees, my hands braced against the foggy window. He entered from behind, a single, brutal thrust that stole my breath, his girth stretching me anew.

"Mine," he growled again, one hand gripping my hip, the other snaking around to tease my clit. I bucked, moaning, the dual assault—his cock slamming deep, his fingers circling—pushing me to the edge. My toes curled, body shaking as he fucked me senseless, the wet squelch of our joining loud in the cramped space.

"Logan!" I gasped, voice hoarse, as pressure built, coiling tight. He growled my name, thrusts turning erratic, animalistic, and I shattered—orgasm ripping through me, white-hot and endless. My walls clenched around him, milking his massive length, and he roared, head thrown back as he came, hot jets flooding me, marking me inside. I collapsed against the seat, breathless, his weight pressing me down as the rain softened outside.

We lay there, panting, his arms caging me, possessive even in stillness. His cock softened inside me, but its size lingered, a reminder of what he was—more than human, more than I could fathom. "You're mine now, Ariana," he whispered, lips brushing my ear, and I shivered, awed, overwhelmed, and already aching for more.