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Leaning down, Logan kissed the top of her bare shoulder, making Hope’s eyes turn wider.

Hope had intended to resist his advances, yet she found herself in an unexpected state. The sensation of Logan’s lips on her neck and shoulders had an astounding effect on her, causing her mind to cease its usual function. It was an entirely novel experience for her, the knots in her stomach tightening as his lips continued their tantalizing trail.

For Logan, this level of attraction was unparalleled, surpassing any encounters he had in the past. Not even his previous liaisons elicited such a response.

He recognized it as a primal urge, devoid of affection or fondness, but rather an intense desire. His one hand slid to the small of her back while the other gently cradled her neck.

As he drew closer to her face, the darkness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by the captivating gaze reflected in Hope’s eyes.

Logan’s thumb delicately traced the curves of Hope’s plump, rosy lips, igniting a rapid thumping of her heart against her chest, intensifying her breaths. As his thumb departed, replaced by the chill of his own lips, she shivered, realizing it was her inaugural kiss with the man who was now her husband.

Despite having a mate, intimacy had never been a part of Hope’s relationship. She had yearned for such emotions, and unexpectedly, they manifested in this peculiar moment. Lost in contemplation, she failed to respond to Logan’s kiss, her lips motionless against his.

“Kiss me,” Logan demanded, his voice a low growl against her lips, prompting her to gaze at him with wide eyes.

“H–how?” Hope’s trembling lips formed the question.

“The way I am doing it,” Logan whispered, grazing and gently nibbling her lower lip this time.

Attempting to follow his lead, Hope cautiously imitated his actions, uncertain if her response was fitting. In an unexpected move, her feet lifted from the ground, and

Logan effortlessly cradled her in his arms, their lips locked in a fervent embrace.

the intensity of his kisses, she found herself unable to match his ardor, succumbing to the intoxication of the

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explorations, his lips lingering on hers. Eager to delve deeper, he lightly nipped at

a startled cry escaped Hope’s lips, quickly followed by a soft moan, her own surprise evident in the sound

involuntarily, granting Logan deeper access to her mouth. His hand. ventured beneath her nightdress, tracing a tantalizing path along her thigh, his fingers drawing mesmerizing circles in their wake.

by her body’s response to Logan, Hope’s hands traced a gradual path upward along his arms, finally settling on his shoulders, finding solace in their embrace.

leaving her gasping for breath, a lingering sensation of

Logan’s intense gaze, questioning why she couldn’t halt his advance. Sensing exposure beneath his hungry eyes, she attempted to speak, but

peculiar sensation. The melodic moans escaping her lips resonated like an enchanting symphony

igniting within him as he yearned for her in ways beyond comprehension. His primal instincts. seemed to override any sense of contról, his wolf–like urges emerging uncontrollably in the

cold fingers tracing his skin left a scorching trail, intensifying his yearning to possess

name,” Logan demanded suddenly, breaking away

Hope was taken aback by his abrupt request.

it,” Logan insisted, his gaze fixed on her

the purpose

“Again,” he urged.

repeated, meeting his gaze.

hers once more, devoid

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as if she were his final

satin fabric of her nightdress, tracing the curve