Slick, wet heat.

The brush of hair against her peaked nipples.

Straining up against him, legs locked around his hips.

The exquisite pressure spiraling up, swelling and breaking through her whole body. Eyes closed as the world explodes into bliss.

It's a rush like nothing else she's ever felt.

"Logan!" she cries as she comes, clenching her muscles around his cock.

He growls his own release into her mouth, the scarf between them so sheer as to be non-existent, then rests his head on her breasts, sated.

"Love you," he whispers, gathering her close.

"Love you," Marie answers, already half-asleep.