Logan's pov
I pressed her harder against the wall, my body flush against hers as I let the full force of my desire take hold. She gasped, her breathing shallow and rapid as she struggled against my grip, but I didn't release her.
"What have you done to me, Freya?" I demanded, my voice rough with emotion. "I can't think straight when you're around. I want you. I need you. I can't fight it anymore."
My words were a confession, an admission of weakness that I had never before voiced to anyone.
As I held her against me, I could feel the heat of her body searing into mine, her pulse thundering beneath my touch. My fingers tightened around her hair, my grip possessive and unyielding.
"You're mine, Freya," I growled, the words a primal claim that reverberated through my bones. "M
