Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 433 Aftermath Logan's POV.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her stunning face. I had been gazing at her for an entire hour while she peacefully slept beside me on the bed. Her hair cascaded over the pillow, and her pale complexion had a faint blush.

She slept as innocently as a baby, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever had in my bed.

Last night, we had shared an intimate experience, and it was then that I discovered she was a virgin. It was also my first time being with a virgin. I felt a mix of happiness for being her first and confusion about her decision to lose her virginity in such a way. We had made love five times throughout the night.

After an hour of sleep, I woke her up as my dick ached for her. So, I couldn't resist anymore but to take her again and again as my desire surged while I held her in my arms on the bed.

I looked at her as she stirred, and her eyelashes fluttered before her deep blue eyes opened. Confusion and curiosity danced on her face as she glanced at me. I was completely entranced by the girl lying before me, and the temptation to kiss her passionately and continue making love until the end of the day overwhelmed me.

Leaning forward, I tried to reach her lips for a tender morning kiss. To my surprise, she gently placed a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. The unexpected gesture momentarily caught me off guard, but I shrugged it off, thinking she might be feeling a bit shy or reserved after our night together.

I

leaning against the headboard. As she shifted, a soft hiss of pain

with genuine worry, my

settled between us. She turned her face away, avoiding my gaze, and began searching for her phone.

bedsheet slipped down, gan

Vl.n

glimpse of her full,

it and began typing something, her fingers tapping

body, protecting her modesty, and slowly got out of bed, making her way toward the bathroom. It was evident that she was struggling to walk, and every fiber of my being yearned to hold her in my arms and

not want to discuss last night? Was something bothering her? I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an

appearance breathtakingly stunning as her hair fell back