(Logan’s POV)Her laugh is low, breathy, and so damn wrecked it curls in my chest like a satisfied monster.We don’t move for a long minute. Her head’s buried against my neck, her pulse thumping like a hummingbird. My cock’s still inside her, softening, but the weight of us is too real to shake off.Then she shifts. Just a little. A sharp inhale and a hiss.“Jesus,” she mutters, “my thighs are trembling.”“Good,” I say, brushing damp hair from her cheek. “They should be.”She glares up at me — weak, flushed, furious. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”I smirk. “Fucking ecstatic.”She pushes at my chest, but her arms are noodles and we both know it. I roll off her, dragging her with me, keeping her wrapped up and bare and ruined against my chest. Her skin is flushed, glowing. Her lips, bitten red. My marks are everywhere, and yeah — I feel a possessive growl stir again.“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, not even opening her eyes.“Like what?”“Like you’re about to pounce
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