Kennedy

I wake up, still wrapped in Quirin’s arms, laying on his chest. It’s unusual because he’s always up before me, headed to warrior training. I smile, thinking of last night when Quirin finally let go. I know he wanted to try and be as gentle as possible, but I knew the minute his control snapped. Now that I know he loves me and wants me, I feel empowered that I’m the one who can make this man lose control.

It was a lot. He is a strong, powerful man and when that power is thrusting ...