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Kirael
Waking with Vesper in his arms was an experience Kirael would never forget. Her soft, warm body cradled in his arms, her soft vanilla scent invading his senses. It moved him, though he didn’t have the words to describe the way he felt, holding her like this.
She stirred slightly when he did, and his body immediately reacted. He was hard in an instant, and embarrassed of how easily Vesper managed to rob him of his hard-fought self-control. Even in sleep, she called to him on the deepest of levels, making him want.
Not just her body, either, though it was more incredible with every glance he got.
No, there was something about Vesper, something he couldn’t define. The singular quality that drew him in, the comfort he felt with her, enough to let himself get this close.
Too clo
