Thora's pov
"Put...put me down... please..."
I whisper, to only have his dark eyes to look down at me. His jaw clenched as he ignored me, looking back in front.
I bit my lip, stopping myself from asking him again.
Instead, I feel his grip on me tighten. His warm hands in contact with the naked skin on my waist.
He took me towards the biggest tent in the centre. Making my eyes widen , seeing the ambience inside.
A red carpet below....a big round bed in the centre...a huge chandelier at the top.
Is this his room? Why...why did he bring me here?
Placing me gently on his bed, he looked up at me. I immediately place my palms on the soft mattress, trying to pull me up when he warns, his voice gentle.
"Stop. Just lay down."
I still, looking back into his eyes. To make him lower his gaze
