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.

"Trying to run away again?" she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.

Logan didn’t answer. Daenerys shifted, moving on top of him. This time there was no rush.

She straddled his waist gently, resting her hands on his chest as she looked down at him. Her long dark hair cascaded around her face like a curtain.

"Morning," she said quietly.

She leaned down and kissed him. It was slow. Deep. Different from the desperate kisses of last night.

Her lips moved against his with patience, like she was savoring every second. Logan found himself kissing her back before he could stop himself.

Daenerys pulled away slightly and brushed her thumb across his lower lip.

"I like you like this," she murmured. "Quiet. Thinking too much."

She sat up straight, still straddling him. The morning light highlighted every curve of her body — the full weight of her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, and the way her wide hips spread across him.

She didn’t move to take him inside her immediately. Instead, she reached behind herself and took his cock in her hand, stroking him slowly until he hardened.

When he was fully erect, she lifted her hips and guided him to her entrance.

She sank down onto him inch by inch, never breaking eye contact.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as he filled her completely.

Once he was buried to the hilt, she stayed still, simply feeling him inside her.

"No rushing today," she whispered. "I want to feel all of you."

Daenerys began to move. It was agonizingly slow. She rolled her hips in gentle waves, grinding down on him in deep, sensual circles.

There was no wild bouncing. No slapping skin. Just steady, intimate movement. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically as she rode him.

Logan’s hands moved to her thighs. This time he didn’t grip hard.

He caressed her soft skin, sliding his palms up to her waist and then higher, cupping her heavy breasts. He squeezed them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples.

Daenerys moaned softly, her head tilting back. Her long hair brushed against his thighs. She kept the same slow, rolling pace, never speeding up.

Every time she came down, she took him as deep as possible and stayed there for a moment, letting him feel her warmth.

"Look at me," she said gently.

Logan met her gaze. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, but there was something else in them. Something almost vulnerable.

She leaned forward again, pressing her chest against his as she continued riding him. Their faces were inches apart.

"I know you regret it every time," she whispered against his lips. "But your body always chooses me."

She kissed him again, deeper this time. Their tongues moved together slowly as her hips kept that same sensual rhythm.

Logan found himself thrusting up gently to meet her, matching her pace. Their bodies moved together like they had all the time in the world.

Daenerys sat up once more. She took his hands and placed them on her ass. Logan squeezed the soft, plump flesh as she rode him.

Her breathing grew heavier, but she still refused to go faster. The slow build was driving both of them crazy in a completely new way.

"You feel so good inside me," she moaned quietly. "So deep... so thick..."

She kept moving. The wet sounds of their connection were soft and intimate. Daenerys’s juices coated his cock and dripped down his balls.

She leaned back slightly, bracing her hands on his thighs, giving him a perfect view of his cock disappearing into her pussy again and again.

Logan sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her waist. They were now face to face, chest to chest.

He held her close as she continued riding him. Their foreheads pressed together. Hot breath mingled between them.

"Logan..." she breathed his name like a prayer.

He kissed her neck, then her collarbone. His hands roamed her back, feeling every curve.

Daenerys’s movements became slightly deeper, but still slow.

She was grinding on him more than bouncing now, rubbing her clit against his pelvis with every roll.

The pleasure built gradually, like a tide rising higher and higher.

Neither of them rushed it. They stayed locked together, kissing, touching, and moving as one.

Daenerys’s breathing grew shaky. Her walls started fluttering around him.

"I’m close..." she whispered.

Logan held her tighter. He thrust up gently, meeting her movements.

The slow, deep friction finally pushed her over the edge. Daenerys moaned long and softly into his mouth as she came.

Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, squeezing him tightly. Her whole body trembled in his arms.

The feeling of her orgasm triggered his own. Logan groaned deeply, burying his face in her neck as he came inside her.

Thick pulses of cum filled her slowly, warmly. They held each other tightly through it, neither moving much, just feeling every twitch and spasm.

They stayed like that for a long time. Still joined. Daenerys’s arms wrapped around his neck.

Logan’s arms around her waist. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Eventually, Daenerys pulled back just enough to look at him. She brushed damp hair from his forehead with surprising tenderness.

"I could get used to mornings like this," she said softly.

Logan didn’t reply. He simply rested his forehead against hers again. For the first time, he didn’t immediately feel the need to push her away.

Outside, the city was waking up. But inside the apartment, time seemed to move slower.

Daenerys eventually lifted herself off him, a soft sigh leaving her lips as his cock slipped out.

She lay down beside him and pulled the sheet over both of them.

She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"Stay with me a little longer," she murmured.

Logan stared at the ceiling, one hand resting on her back. He didn’t move.

For now, he stayed.