PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV
The storm outside had slowed, but the one inside me hadn’t. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t try to. Her scent was too close. Too warm.
Yet somehow, I’d woken up to soft molds against my chest.
Her breasts were pressed into my chest. Her nose nuzzled into my neck and her body spread on mine like a starfish.
Like she hadn’t held my entire kingdom in her palm and caused a shift just last night.
My jaw clenched as I stared down at her.
The bite marks along her neck, the bruises on her hips—each one mine. Her white lashes fluttered as she stirred, a quiet sound escaping her lips. She shivered.
She was still naked. Still breathtaking.
But still a thief.
I snarled and shoved the covers off, standing abruptly. My blood boiled. I should’ve tossed her in the dungeon li
