Alexia's POV
I finished my shower.
And for your information? I took a cold one.
Not that it helped much.
The icy water did little to curb the fire burning inside me. My skin still tingled with want, my body still thrummed with need. It was like I was running on Aphrodite's own damn essence, my desires insatiable, my hunger never-ending.
I needed more.
I needed to be touched. Ruined.
I wanted to be fucked so hard that my body forgot how to stand, that my legs trembled with every step, that my mind was too blissfully wrecked to think of anything else.
And worst of all?
I wasn't ashamed of it.
If anything, I craved it even more.
Ace's POV
The moment I stepped into the room, I knew something was wrong.
Elena stood there in a sinfully short, body-hugging dress, her curves on full display, her dark eyes locked onto one of my guards. The poor bastard looked smitten—entranced, even—but beneath the desire in his eyes, I saw the fear. He was scared of touching what belonged to me.
