Logan's POV
I'm obsessed. Or at least, I think I am.
The way Freya has burrowed under my skin, into my very being, is something I can't explain. And it terrifies me.
After our night together, I haven't been able to get her out of my mind. I thought that claiming her body would help me to purge her from my thoughts, but it's had the opposite effect. I crave more of her, like a man possessed.
It amazes me how a woman can have such power over me.
Her skin was like silk beneath my fingertips, the warmth of her radiating into my palms. She slept peacefully, a look of serenity on her face that belied the turmoil she so often hid behind a facade of smiles and defiance.
Her cheeks were flushed with the shadows of her lashes, lips ripe and inviting. The urge to take her, to devo
