Your tears are my undoing. - Logan
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21. Wet dreams and very real realities
(Logan)
He couldn't sleep. All he could imagine was her, in his bed, twisting and writhing, as he made love to her. As he took them both to ecstasy. And beyond.
He could almost taste her in his tongue, the taste that would be unlike anything. Addictive and alluring. Her.
He wanted to go to her door and plead with her to just give him this one night. But he was sure one night wouldn't be enough for him to satisfy his hunger. It was like a sharp, stinging pain, and it was everywhere.
He craved, yearned a taste of her. Just her. And this hunger, only she could feed. No other would do.
He felt like his room was in the middle of a burning building or the Sahara desert. It was so hot. His whole body was burning
