Riley made love to Caroline for hours, until the pale glow of dawn spilled softly across the room.
The night had been long and filled with heat, their bodies entwined again and again until exhaustion threatened to claim them both.
Caroline's constitution was strong—stronger than most women—but even she was surprised by how much of Riley's relentless passion she could take.
Every movement, every whisper, every lingering touch carried with it a strange mix of tenderness and domination that left her trembling yet yearning for more.
When morning finally came, Caroline lay there in his arms, her chest rising and falling against him as she tried to steady her breath.
Riley looked down at her, his eyes half-lidded but burning with that same deep hunger that never seemed to fade.
She tried to look away, embarrassed by the raw intensity in his gaze, but Riley only chuckled softly and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.
