WREN’S POV
The ache in my body was the first thing I noticed as I stirred awake. It wasn’t the kind of ache that made me groan in annoyance. It was the kind that made my entire body tingle with delicious reminders of what had transpired. Every muscle felt tender and as I stretched beneath the soft sheets, I winced slightly. I feel like a pervert.
Ronan had devoured me last night, utterly and completely, in ways I never imagined an aloof Alpha like him capable of. The man who carried himself with such cold detachment had been anything but in bed. He was wild, relentless and terrifyingly skilled. My lips curved into a small wicked smile as the memories rushed back, warming my cheeks.
Twice. Twice he’d taken me lat night, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d come undone beneath him.
