Logan lingered there for a moment, savoring the way her body responded to that single gentle kiss.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle tremble in her thighs as she lay open before him.
Slowly, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her light blue panties and drew them down her legs with deliberate care.
The fabric whispered against her skin before he tossed it aside, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.
Daenerys watched him through half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
There was no shame in her expression, only anticipation and a quiet trust that made something tighten in his chest.
She looked exquisite like this, black hair spilled across the sheets, the oversized shirt pushed up around her waist, revealing the smooth curve of her hips and the glistening warmth between her thighs.
He lowered his head again, this time pressing a warmer, more intentional kiss directly against her bare folds.
