*~~Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Five~~*

{~~Logan Grey~~}

Last night was incredible, unforgettable in every sense. My body still ached from the intensity of it, the way Avery had gripped me, her fingernails biting into my back as if she was trying to mark me, claim me. And she had—completely. The scratches stung, but it was a good kind of pain, a reminder of how we’d spent the night together. Her bites, the way she tugged at my skin with her teeth, had me in a state of delirium, alternating between pleasure and pain, unable to tell where one ended and the other began.

We started off with fire, raw and hungry for each other, but somewhere along the way, we descended into something even hotter, something almost primal. The sheets weren’t just messed up—they were torn in places, twisted around us as we moved together, and by the end, they were a casualty of our night. We hadn’t just made love; we had burned through the hours, consuming each other in a way that felt almost too intense to be real. There was a part of me that thou