After that, it was, of course, Edith's turn on the bed.
Riley gently draped a blanket over Aurora's exhausted, sleeping form, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face before stepping back.
His gaze then shifted, settling on Edith.
She had been waiting in silence, her body tense, her cheeks warm, her eyes betraying both fear and a spark of anticipation.
Riley smiled faintly as he rose from the bedside and walked toward her.
Each step he took made Edith's heart pound harder, her body trembling under his gaze.
She tried to look away, but her eyes betrayed her, fixing themselves on Riley's cock—still rigid, glistening, and intimidatingly large after his time with Aurora.
The sight made her throat go dry.
She swallowed nervously, her lips parting as though she wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
When Riley finally stopped before her, his shadow falling over her seated form, Edith felt her knees weaken.
