ELIORA'S POV
I woke up after a good nape. As I stretch my body and sit on bed. Surprisingly I don't feel the pain.
At least not like before. But It still hurting, when I sit.
"Had a great sleep, Cara mia." A voice came from beside me as I turned to see Azriel looking at me.
"You've a magic hands." I compliment him.
"Thank you for the compliment. But I want something in return." He said and pulled me in his arms.
"What?" I asked and raised my one eyebrow.
"Say--" before he said anything I cut him off.
"Don't ask for 2nd round,Or anything around sex. For your information, I'm still feeling soré so don't even think about it." I said strictly.
"Wow, Cara mia. I didn't know that you're so horny." He looked at me with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion. He pulled me cheeks and kissed my forehead.
"I was going to ask you to confess your love, Cara mia." He said. "I know, you're soré, and I never want to see you in pain."