LOGAN
While we still spoke…
Her breath hitched beneath me. Her skin trembled under my touch.
And yet, all I could feel was how much I needed her. Not just her body, but her soul, her warmth, the light she brought into the darkest corners of me.
Nora.
My mate.
My Luna.
Mine.
I kissed down her neck slowly, tasting the soft line of her collarbone as her fingers tangled in my hair. Her scent wrapped around me wildflowers and vanilla, and it was driving me insane. Blaze was howling, clawing at the surface, desperate to take her again, to mark her all over until every inch of her screamed at me.
“Logan…” she whispered, voice heavy with need, with love, with everything. “Please…”
That word. The way she said it.
I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as I pull
