Freya's pov
My body is still humming with the remnants of our passion, every fiber of my being aching from the intensity of Logan's lovemaking.
As he carries me down to the softest bed I've ever laid eyes on, his movements are tender and gentle, a stark contrast to the feral frenzy that took hold of us moments ago. The sheets envelope me in comfort, Logan's warm embrace the perfect conclusion to our wild romp in the woods.
"Tired already?" Logan mumbled, his voice heavy with desire. His eyes still smoldered with passion.
I laughed lightly, pushing him away as he reached for my neck. "You are something else," I whispered.
"You body is an addiction, Piccola," he growled, his voice aching with hunger.
I felt the heat of his gaze on my skin, his words igniting a fire within
