Page 58 of Beary In Love

With a deep breath, Serena slowly lowered herself onto his length, her body stretching to accommodate him. She let out a gasp as he filled her completely, the sensation both familiar and new all at once.

They soon moved together in a slow, languid rhythm, each thrust building the intensity between them. This wasn't the frantic coupling of their youth; it was a deliberate, intimate dance that spoke of rediscovery and a deep, abiding connection that had only grown stronger with time.

Serena's fingers dug into Logan's chest as she rode him, her body undulating with each deliberate stroke. She could feel the tension building within her once more, the slow burn that threatened to consume her entirely.

"You feel so good," Logan murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "I've missed this... missed us."

"Me too," Serena admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. She leaned down to kiss him, her movements becoming more urgent as she chased the release that was just within reach.

As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Serena's world shattered into a thousand pieces, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pure pleasure. She cried out, her body convulsing around Logan's as he found his own release, his hot seed spilling into her with a primal growl that resonated deep within her.

In that moment, Serena felt a connection to Logan that went beyond the physical. It was as if he had just claimed her as his own for good. It was a possessive, primal claim that spoke to the very core of her being.

As their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal, Serena collapsed onto the bed beside Logan, her body still tingling with the aftereffects of their lovemaking. She turned to look at him, her gray eyes meeting his warm, golden gaze.

"That was pretty intense," she said with a smile.

Logan chuckled, pulling her close so that her head rested on his chest. "Intense is one word for it," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I think 'mind-blowing' might be more accurate."

Serena laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I can't argue with that," she said, snuggling closer to him.

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LOGAN

Logan watched Serena bend down to check on a young fox's splinted leg, admiring how her hair fell forward when she worked. He caught himself before he got too distracted and returned to installing the new security camera.

"Looking good," he called down to her.

"The fox or me?" Serena glanced up with a playful smile.

"Both." He winked, making her blush. "How's our patient doing?"

"Much better. That healing potion worked wonders." She stood and stretched. "Need help up there?"

"I've got it. Just a few more screws." He secured the camera in place. These new motion sensors would give them an early warning if Silas tried anything.

"You know, between my potions and your new security system, we're turning this place into quite the fortress." Serena moved to help organize supplies for rebuilding the damaged raccoon enclosure.

Logan climbed down the ladder and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "Can't be too careful." He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her familiar scent of herbs and lavender.

"Logan!" She squirmed, laughing. "We have work to do."

"We can multitask." But he released her with a final squeeze. "The deer need their medicine in ten minutes anyway."

They worked side by side throughout the day, falling into an easy rhythm. Logan found himself constantly seeking excuses to touch her - brushing hands while passing tools, steadying her as she climbed enclosure fences, quick kisses between tasks.

"You're insatiable," she teased after he stole another kiss while they mixed feed.

"Just making up for lost time." He grabbed a bag of feed. "Race you to the bird sanctuary?"

"Oh no, I learned my lesson about racing a bear shifter years ago." But she hurried after him anyway, both of them laughing.

Working together this past week felt so natural, like they'd never been apart. Even with the looming threat of Silas, Logan found himself enjoying every moment. They were stronger together - her magic complementing his strength, her methodical nature balancing his instincts.

Later that afternoon, Logan watched Serena through the doorway of her makeshift potion lab in the sanctuary's workshop. Her hands moved with practiced confidence as she mixed ingredients, a far cry from the hesitant movements she'd shown just a week ago. The afternoon sun caught her hair, highlighting strands of gold he'd never noticed before.

"That should do it," she called out, holding up a vial of shimmering blue liquid. "This will help that eagle's wing heal twice as fast."

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