Zora’s POV
Days had passed since my electrifying encounter with Aiden, yet the imprint of that night, of his body on mine, of how he loved to mix pleasure with pain and how for some reason my body responded to it with total submission remained vivid, etched into the fabric of my being. His commanding presence continued o linger in my thoughts, a potent blend of authority and tenderness that left an indelible mark on my memory.
It was not like I had expected him to suddenly treat me differently after what had happened between us but I had not expected him to still act like I didn’t exist afterwards, like we had gone back to nothing more than slave and master; maid and owner.
I found myself wrestling with the uncertainty, the absence of any communication knowing that perhaps he was yet
