Eden Grace

The silk sheets rustled beneath them. Eden struggled to catch her breath, the warmth of the room doing little to settle the storm raging inside her.

Eden couldn't remember what time it was. She couldn't even tell if the faint light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private mansion belonged to the morning or the evening.

Her body was an exhausted, trembling wreck, reduced entirely to the endless, suffocating rhythm of his touch, his heavy Alpha aura, and the unrelenting fever burning in her blood.

Eden had lost count of how many times she has orgasmed now. Cassian hadn't let her leave this bed for a single...