The last of his restraint snapped. With a growl that echoed through the ancient chamber, Logan lifted her, carrying her to one of the alcoves where furs lay piled on a stone platform. He laid her down with surprising gentleness given the barely leashed power vibrating through him.
"Last chance to change your mind," he warned, eyes blazing gold and silver.
Mia answered by pulling her sweater over her head, baring herself to him. Logan's eyes devoured her, a rumble of approval rising from his chest. He lowered his head, lips tracing her collarbone, teeth scraping gently against sensitive skin.
"Mine," he murmured, the word both question and claim.
"Yours," she agreed, arching into his touch.
Their remaining clothes fell away, hands exploring newly revealed flesh with desperate hunger. W
