Freya's POV
Logan's hands found their way to my hips, his grip firm and possessive as he positioned himself between my thighs.
I felt the tip of his c**k against my wetness, his hardness teasing me with its presence as he leaned down to kiss me once more.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a low growl as he waited for my response.
I looked into his eyes, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desire as I whispered the words he wanted to hear.
"I'm yours, Logan. I'm yours."
Logan groaned with satisfaction, his grip tightening as he thrust into me, filling me with his hard length in a single, powerful stroke.
I gasped at the sensation, my body arching against his as he began to move, his rhythm slow and sensual at first, but building in intensity as he
