Ember
Strong arms hold me tightly as gentle hands rub circles on my back. Everything about me hurts, from the deep ache between my legs to the sore muscles of my limbs. I didn’t even realize I had those muscles until Zaid bent me in every direction to satiate the lust that coursed through him.
The last few days have been a blur of limps, kisses, and touches, with small bouts of reprieve when Liora or Aunt Cynthia would knock on the door and signal that they had left us food to eat when the fire inside Zaid had simmered down to just small sparks. Only women were allowed near the door—the overwhelming hormones raging inside Zaid would have caused him to see any visiting males as a threat who could possibly steal me.
“Morning, my love,” a husky voice calls from above me, and I look up to f
