Aria’s POV

Eira walked right into her closet and came out wheeling a table carrying a couple of sex toys and tools.

She pushed them into the room and stopped just by the bed. She stared down at me. Her expression wasn't cold, but it also wasn't friendly either. She looked just as serious as she always did when she was about to get busy—sexually busy, I must add.

I remained on the bed, my arousal still heavy in the air, choking me, as my legs quivered under my robe, my sex throbbing ...