ERIS
I woke to a silence that felt heavy, a stark contrast to the rhythmic, desperate heat of the last seventy-two hours. The space beside me in the massive imperial bed was cold, the furs smoothed over where Soren had been.
Where is he? My mind was still foggy, drifting in the hazy memory of his hands and the low, rough vibration of his voice.
Then the fog cleared, and reality hit me like a bucket of glacial water.
Wait...
I sat up, or tried to, before a sharp, localized ache in my hips reminded me exactly what had been happening.
My eyes went wide as I stared at the canopy. He had come inside me. Not once. Not twice. I had lost count somewhere around the third set of silk sheets. Over three days of unbridled, territorial hunger, he had left enough of himself inside me to start a dynasty.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
