When Logan finally moved lower, his lips traced a path down the curve of her neck, across her collarbone, then lower still. Jean’s breath turned to gasps, her back arching, body trembling under his slow, torturous worship. Every kiss, every brush of his fingertips was a promise that he would never hurt her.

Their movements grew more urgent... clothes discarded completely, skin pressed to skin, heat and breath tangling into something that felt almost holy. When Jean finally whispered, voice shaking, "Logan... please..."

He lifted his gaze to hers, eyes dark and hungry, but filled with tenderness too.

"Tell me what you want, Jean," He rasped.

"I want you," She whispered, cheeks flushed, breath ragged. "Only you."

With a groan, Logan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like both a claim and a prayer. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Slowly... painfully slowly... he eased into her, inch by inch, his breath trembling with restraint. Jean gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut as heat and fullness overwhelmed her.

"Look at me, Jean," Logan whispered, voice shaking. "I need to see you."

Her gaze met his... raw, vulnerable, yet fearless. And in that moment, it wasn’t just desire binding them together, but something deeper and far more terrifying.

As promised, he went hard. He pounded into her like he had been starving. He let go of his carnal desires, had been holding them for too long for her sake.

Jean moaned once, twice and again and again. She didn’t care if the whole world is going to hear her. She wants to live in this moment. With Logan.

The rhythm they found together was tender at first, almost reverent, but soon urgency took over. Breathless moans, soft whimpers, the slap of skin against skin, the tangled sheets around them. Jean clung to him, nails scratching lightly down his back, as if anchoring herself to the only thing that felt real.

"You’re mine," Logan rasped against her ear, his voice broken by desire. "Just mine."

"Yes... yours," Jean gasped, meeting his thrusts, her voice cracking as pleasure built inside her.

They moved together... no hesitation, no walls, just raw need and quiet confessions whispered between breathless kisses. And when release came, it crashed over them like a tide. Logan groaning her name into the hollow of her neck; Jean crying out, body trembling violently in his arms.

He held her close afterward, their skin damp with sweat, hearts pounding wildly in sync. Neither spoke... there were no words big enough for what had just passed between them.

Logan brushed damp hair from her forehead, pressing a soft kiss there.

"You okay?" He whispered, voice rough.

Jean nodded, chest still heaving, her eyes soft and dazed.

"More than okay... thank you, Logan."

________________________

Breath still ragged, Logan held Jean close, feeling her heartbeat begin to slow against his chest. For a moment, neither of them moved... The only sound in the room was their mingled breathing and the faint hum of rain against the windows.

Then, slowly, Logan shifted, careful not to jar her. Jean’s eyes fluttered open, drowsy and soft, meeting his with a question he could see even without words.

"Shh," He murmured, voice hoarse but gentle. "Stay still, love."

He pressed a kiss to her temple, then carefully slipped out of bed. Jean’s gaze followed him, still catching her breath. Logan walked quietly to the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp towel.

He kneeled by the edge of the bed, his expression all tenderness and focus.

"Let me," he whispered.

Jean opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips when she saw the look in his eyes... protective, reverent, a little afraid that she might say no.

Gently, Logan began to clean her skin, slow deliberate strokes of the towel over the sweat and evidence of their passion. His hands trembled slightly, and Jean noticed. This meant as much to him as it did to her.

"I’m okay, Logan," She whispered, a soft smile teasing her lips.

"I know," He replied, voice low. "But I still want to take care of you."

When he finished, he discarded the towel and reached for the robe draped over a chair.

"Arms up," He coaxed gently.

Jean raised her arms, letting him slip the robe over her shoulders, wrapping her in warmth. Logan tied the sash, then leaned forward, pressing a kiss right over her racing heart.

"You’re shaking," He murmured, almost to himself.

"Just tired," Jean breathed, voice still airy from the high of it all. "And... happy."

That word... Happy... made Logan’s chest ache in the softest, deepest way. He brushed damp strands of hair from her forehead, fingers lingering to cradle her face.

"Lie back," He said softly.

Jean obeyed, sinking into the pillows as Logan tucked the sheets around her. Then he joined her, pulling her gently to his chest, wrapping an arm around her waist, his other hand brushing slow circles on her back.

"Sleep, Jean," He whispered, pressing a final kiss to her hair. "I’ve got you."

Her reply was nothing but a sleepy hum, muffled against his collarbone. Slowly, her breathing evened out, lashes fluttering closed.

Logan lay awake a little longer, listening to the rain and the quiet room, holding her tighter than he meant to. Because for the first time, he didn’t want morning to come... He just wanted this moment to stretch on forever, Jean safe in his arms, trusting him with a heart that had known far too much pain.

_______________________

Morning sunlight spilled gently across the penthouse bedroom, warm and golden. Jean stirred first, blinking against the light. The ache hit her the moment she tried to move... a slow, pleasant burn that reminded her of the night before.

She winced slightly, shifting under the sheets, and Logan... still half asleep beside her... immediately noticed.

"Careful," He murmured, voice thick and low from sleep. His hand brushed over her waist, steadying her.

"I’m okay," Jean whispered, though her soft hiss betrayed her.

Logan’s brows knit together in quiet guilt. "Did I hurt you?"