WREN’S POV
It’s dizzying how effortlessly Rohan moves me. I’m not a really small woman but next to him, I feel insubstantial, like I’ve shrunk to half my size in his hands. His strength is intoxicating, disarming. Every brush of his fingers reminds me of just how easily he could overpower me if he wanted and the terrifying truth is, I wouldn’t stop him.
This space feels surreal, otherworldly. The suit I’m wearing, the tension lacing the air between us it’s a dear different from anything I’d envisioned.
Rohan is not what I expected. He’s too calm, too commanding. Whatever I thought might happen, whatever defenses I’d prepared, have completely dissolved. I’m left drifting in the dark, no footing, no plan.
His hand glides slowly down my body, every stroke deliberate, igniting someth
