Elara's POV
I angrily stormed over to the big black couch in the corner of the room, my bare feet slapped against the cool floor with every furious step. I could feel Thorne’s eyes on my back, but I refused to look at him.
I threw the pillow down hard and dropped onto the couch. It was big, but it still felt too small for comfort. My body was buzzing from what had just happened. My lips felt swollen. My n*****s were still tight and sensitive under the thin nightgown. And between my legs…I was embarrassingly wet. I hated my body for reacting to him like that. I hated him even more.
I glanced back at the bed. Thorne was already getting in, pulling the blanket over his powerful body. He lay on his back with one muscular arm thrown behind his head, the other resting on his abs. The tattoos
