WREN’S POV
It’s hard to piece together how I ended up here.
I woke to a haze of warmth and tangled limbs and sheets that smelled faintly of musk and something clean, like the pine after the rain. I should smell the ocean outside though. Maybe I’m still dreaming or something.
My body felt languid and pleasantly sore and humming with memories of pleasure so intense they felt like an out of body experience. I stretched under the duvet, groaning softly as the soreness in my thighs reminded me just how many times he had wrung me out like a washcloth.
Ronan.
My heart stuttered at the memory of his hands on me, relentless and skilled and so wicked, pulling me apart again and again until the world went dark and I didn’t even realize I’d passed out. I will never forget yesterday in my l
