Elara's POV
Thorne held my chin firmly, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to meet his cold silver eyes. His touch burned my skin.
“None of what happened today means anything,” he whispered, voice low and icy. “After tonight, stay the f**k away from me.”
I met his eyes head-on, refusing to flinch. “You think too highly of yourself.”
Without warning, he pulled me flush against him. My breath caught as our bodies slammed together. His heat seeped through my dress, making my heart race wildly. His hands moved to the back of my gown, fingers working the buttons open one by one with surprising speed.
I froze.
Part of me wanted to shove him away, but then I remembered the witnesses outside the canopy waiting for us to consummate this marriage.
Thorne finished with the buttons. His
