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Logan lingered there for a moment, savoring the way her body responded to that single gentle kiss.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle tremble in her thighs as she lay open before him.

Slowly, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her light blue panties and drew them down her legs with deliberate care.

The fabric whispered against her skin before he tossed it aside, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

Daenerys watched him through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

There was no shame in her expression, only anticipation and a quiet trust that made something tighten in his chest.

She looked exquisite like this, black hair spilled across the sheets, the oversized shirt pushed up around her waist, revealing the smooth curve of her hips and the glistening warmth between her thighs.

He lowered his head again, this time pressing a warmer, more intentional kiss directly against her bare folds.

His lips moved with unhurried reverence, exploring her softness, tasting the sweet evidence of her arousal.

Daenerys let out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening in the sheets as a slow wave of pleasure began to build within her.

Logan took his time.

He traced every delicate inch with his tongue, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that made her hips twitch.

Each movement was measured, focused on drawing out her pleasure rather than rushing toward release.

He listened carefully to the changes in her breathing, the little gasps that escaped her full lips, learning exactly where she was most sensitive.

"You feel so good," she murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless.

There was still a trace of that earlier frustration in her tone, but it had softened into something warmer, more needy.

"Do not stop, Logan."

He had no intention of stopping.

Instead, he slid his hands beneath her, cupping the soft fullness of her ass to lift her slightly closer to his mouth.

His tongue circled the small, swollen bud at the top of her sex with patient precision, applying just enough pressure to make her back arch off the bed.

Daenerys moaned quietly, the sound filling the room and encouraging him to continue.

As the minutes passed, he gradually increased the intensity.

What began as soft, exploratory kisses evolved into deeper, more rhythmic strokes of his tongue.

He alternated between sucking gently on her most sensitive spot and sliding his tongue lower to taste her entrance.

Daenerys’ moans grew longer and deeper, her hips beginning to roll against his mouth in search of more friction.

Logan pulled back just enough to look up at her.

Her violet eyes were glazed with pleasure, cheeks flushed with a delicate pink.

The sight of her like this, usually so strong and composed, now unraveling slowly beneath his touch, sent a fresh surge of desire through him.

He kissed his way up her body, pushing the oversized shirt higher as he went.

His lips brushed over the soft skin of her stomach, then higher still until he reached the underside of her full breasts.

Daenerys helped him by sitting up slightly, allowing him to pull the shirt completely over her head and toss it away.

Her breasts spilled free, heavy and perfectly shaped, nipples already tight and begging for attention.

Logan captured one between his lips, sucking softly while his hand kneaded the other with careful firmness.

Daenerys threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as another moan escaped her.

"I have waited for this," she whispered, her voice husky with need.

"For you to touch me like this."

He continued his slow worship of her body, moving between her breasts and back down to her neck, where he placed open-mouthed kisses along her pulse point.

All the while, one of his hands stayed between her thighs, stroking her with two fingers in a steady, teasing rhythm that kept her pleasure simmering without letting it crest.

Daenerys’ breathing had grown heavier now, her body moving restlessly beneath him.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his hard length, stroking him with surprising confidence.

The sudden touch made Logan groan against her skin.

"Inside me," she breathed, her violet eyes locking onto his with clear intent.

"I want to feel you now, Logan."

He positioned himself between her parted thighs.

The thick head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance.

With controlled patience, he began to push forward, inch by inch, savoring the tight, velvety heat that surrounded him.

Daenerys gasped softly, her walls clenching around him as he filled her completely.

For several long moments, they remained still, joined together, simply feeling each other.

Logan leaned down to kiss her deeply, their tongues moving in a slow dance that matched the rhythm of their bodies when he finally began to move.

His thrusts were measured and deep, building intensity gradually with every stroke.

Daenerys wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as her moans grew louder and more frequent.

The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, skin meeting skin in a steady, sensual rhythm.

Logan lingered inside her, buried to the hilt in her welcoming heat.

Their bodies remained pressed together, connected in the most intimate way possible.

He rocked his hips with slow, deliberate strokes, each one drawing a soft gasp from Daenerys.

Her violet eyes stayed locked on his, filled with building desire and lingering traces of her earlier frustration.

The connection between them felt deeper than mere physical pleasure.

It carried the weight of their shared moments and the tension from his absence.

He continued moving with measured control, savoring every sensation as her inner walls gripped him tightly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Daenerys ran her hands along his back, her nails tracing light patterns across his skin.

Her full breasts pressed against his chest with every thrust, their soft weight a constant temptation.

Logan lowered his head and captured one hardened nipple between his lips, sucking gently while his hips maintained their steady rhythm.

The taste of her skin drove him further, encouraging him to explore more of her body with his mouth.

Minutes stretched as their pace remained unhurried.

He kissed along her collarbone and up to her neck, whispering words of affection against her ear.

Daenerys responded with quiet moans, her legs tightening around him.