Sophia's POV
I lay there on the couch trembling and spent, my body still humming from the aftershocks of my release. Thorne's weight pressed me into the leather cushions his breath warm against my neck.
Then he moved lifting me effortlessly into his arms I didn't protest I couldn't my body was limp my mind hazy with pleasure and exhaustion.
He carried me up the stairs his steps steady and sure. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent feeling the steady beat of his heart against my cheek.
He pushed open the door to my room and laid me gently on the bed the sheets were cool against my heated skin.
"Thorne—"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to my lips. "I'm not done with you yet."
He reached for the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head I lay there in just my bra
