Irene could have sworn there was something wrong with her by the way she wanted Henry so badly—almost as much as she wanted to be the greatest knight the kingdom had ever seen. She should have found his self-control admirable and made it allow her to practice her own self-control, but it did much of the opposite.
While she knew she was inexperienced, she still threw herself at him whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Although this time, he was the one throwing himself at her the moment he got her permission after cleaning her off.
It was becoming a bit more dangerous to be in the room with the door shut as she found herself pressed into the cushion that covered the couch and the knight she desired so much with his arms wrapped around her.
