RHEA’S POV
By morning I had lost count of how many times we had gone at it. And I loved every bit of it. I moaned and clung to him, begging for more, begging for him to fill me up one more time.
My hands were still cuffed. I reached for the key just above my head and freed them. My whole body was wrecked. I held the bed frame as I tried to stand, my legs barely steady. I looked around. Rowan was gone. He must have gone to work, I guessed.
I forced myself to stand and headed to the bathroom, but the smell of fresh toast stopped me cold. It was then I noticed the tray sitting on the table. I forgot all about the shower and pounced on the food.
The hot coffee seemed to soothe my whole body, and the toast did wonders for my belly. In just a few seconds, an empty plate sat right in front of
