Rhea's POV
Arriving in my room after my encounter with Lila, I went close to my walk-in closet to change into more comfortable clothes when suddenly the image of King Daemon popped into my head.
For several minutes, I stood rooted to the ground, fantasizing about him and his deep black eyes that seemed to be sucking in my soul every time our eyes locked.
With his thick, manly voice and intense stare, I gulped nervously, my hand holding the embankment for support, as his intense eyes sent a striking sensation straight between my legs, making me weak.
"This is wrong! I am not supposed to be visualizing another male when I already have a mate and a husband," I yelled mentally, trying to pull myself together and control the undeniable desires that were trying to overwhelm me.
Why am I thinking about him? How could I feel this pull toward him?