Logan woke up to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains. His body felt heavy, spent. A warm weight was pressed against his chest. Daenerys.
She was still naked, curled up against him like she belonged there. One of her thick thighs was draped over his leg, and her heavy breasts were squished softly against his side.
Her breathing was slow and peaceful. For the first time since he met her, she looked almost gentle.
Logan stared at the ceiling. The memories of last night flooded back — how he had lost control, how hard he had fucked her, how loudly she had screamed his name.
Guilt twisted in his stomach. He had betrayed his own resolve again.
He tried to slowly slide out from under her, but the moment he moved, Daenerys stirred. Her eyes opened lazily, golden in the morning light.
She looked up at him and smiled. Not the usual hungry, seductive smile. This one was softer. Almost tender.
