Selena had imagined intimacy countless times over her long life, but nothing had prepared her for the way Riley made her feel.
There was no rush, no thought of technique or perfection—only instinct, connection, and an overwhelming sense of discovery.
Each touch seemed to awaken something within her that she hadn't known was there.
Her hands clung to him, her heartbeat quickening as she felt his strength and warmth envelop her.
The world outside the small room faded until only the two of them remained, their movements slow, deliberate, and full of quiet intensity.
Riley moved with the same control and confidence he always carried, yet there was tenderness in the way he guided her—as if he were as caught in the moment as she was.
His breath brushed against her ear, his voice low and steady when he whispered her name.
It sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with fear.
Selena could feel herself losing the boundary between thought and sensation, mind and body.
