(Logan’s POV)The words still hang between us, hot and heavy, when I pin her with my stare. She flinches, not from fear but because her body knows what mine is about to do.She thinks she’s safe in that robe, thinks a smirk and a smart mouth can keep me at bay. She’s wrong.I stalk forward, slow, deliberate, until her back hits the couch. She’s breathing hard already, chest rising fast, robe slipping loose.“Logan—”“Shut up,” I growl, my hand catching her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “You had two nights to breathe without me, two nights to convince yourself you don’t want this. And look at you now—shaking, dripping, staring at me like you’d spread your thighs just to get my cock back inside you.”Her lips part, no denial on them. Just that ragged, broken exhale.I press my mouth to hers, not soft, not coaxing—taking. Tongue shoving past her teeth, hand gripping her throat just enough to make her gasp. Her body arches, traitor to every word she wants to say.When I tear my mouth
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