Eden Grace

The silence in the grand bedchamber was heavy, suffocating, and thick.

Eden sat at the edge of the sprawling four-poster bed, staring blankly at the ornate rug beneath her feet.

Her body was wrapped in a sheer, dark silk robe…the only piece of clothing Cassian had permitted her to wear for the last three days.

Three days.

Three endless, blurring days of being kept locked in this room, fed concentrated fertility and restorative potions directly and devoured repeatedly by Cassian.

He didn't care whether it was day or night.

Time lost all meaning in the dim, suffocating heat of the bedchamber as he fucked her raw and hard...