Freya's POV
Logan's hands found their way beneath my clothes, his fingers teasing and caressing as my body shuddered with need.
He kissed his way down my neck, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth as I gasped with pleasure.
"Say it," he whispered against my skin. "Say you're mine."
I fought against the words, against the surrender they represented, but my body was begging for more.
"I'm yours," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper as I yielded to his power, to his desire.
As the words left my lips, Logan's touch grew bolder, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of my body as my desire reached a fever pitch.
He tore at my clothes, the fabric falling away in tatters as he revealed my nakedness to his gaze.
His touch was possessive, almost brutal, but I fou
