With each passing day, the once frail girl, Kiara, now possessed a ripeness that drew every eye. She no longer looked like the trembling servant who once kept her eyes to the ground. Her slender frame had softened, hips blossoming, breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her tunic. The other slaves began to whisper, their eyes tracking her silently, wondering if she'd been promoted. Like a flower coaxed open under possessive sunlight, Kiara’s beauty no longer hid in shadows; it bloomed, slowly and helplessly.
Asher watched her, his gaze possessive, a hunger taking root deep within him. Her newfound curves played games with his mind, tempting him to fill every soft crevice. Almost every night, her flesh became his canvas, sinfully touched, tasted, devoured. He couldn’t get enough. He c
