Thane's pov.
“I almost killed him, Love,” I whispered, gently playing with Andera's hair. The bedside clock showed it was nine P.M. She curled next to me, her head nested on my shoulder and the blanket covering us.
Intimacy with Andera was what we both needed to let go of the tension. Her soft body plastered to mine, her shallow breaths and sweet moans, that silent scream she always does before she órgasms.
It wouldn't be wrong to say it's therapeutic.
She looked at me with those hazel eyes. Eyes I wanted to see every morning when I wake up, and every night before I go to bed.
“I almost killed him when I stopped beating him; a part of me was disgusted, but a bigger part of me wanted to finish what I started.”
I recounted the entire incident to Andera. Leaving out the nefarious wor
