Raven's POV
The next morning, I stirred awake, the ache between my thighs still there, a delicious reminder of yesterday's indulgence. My body stirred, warm and tangled in the expensive bedsheets, my head resting on something firm. No. It was someone. Kane's chest.
It took me a moment to register I was still in his palace, on his bed. His arms were possessively around me, his breathing slow and steady, deep in sleep like he had no business with the chaos in the world. The scent of our orgasm still thick in the air as we were both still naked.
I pulled back slightly, staring at him as his brows was relaxed, lips parted, jawline perfect. He was beautiful even in sleep and I hated that like hell.
A whirlwind of emotions fell on me. Satisfaction, confusion and something like pain twisting
