Adina blinked awake, her vision blurred, her mouth dry. Her body ached, throbbing in places she didn't even know could ache.
She winced when she tried to sit up, a sharp reminder shooting through her thighs as if they had been run through by a wild beast.
She stilled, and then it all came flooding back.
The spell. Thorne. His mouth. His hands. Her mouth. Her desperate, filthy mouth.
Her eyes flew wide open. Her face was on fire, red with shame, and her soul? Crawling out of her body.
She had been so shameless. Oh, goddess. How would she ever recover from this? She was begging for cock like a desperate cock whore.
She had never been so shameless, but last night… Last night she didn't just beg, she worshiped his cock like it was her last meal. Who even was she? What happened to dignity? To self-restraint?
No. Nope. She was never going to survive this.
Adina buried her face in her hands and groaned out loud.
