Miri's Pov
I couldn't breathe.
Not from panic, but from the unbearable heat curling through my body as Riven kissed me like he had all the time in the world and none to waste. His lips moved with lazy control—slow and possessive—until I was melting into him, my fingers fisting the sheets just to stay grounded.
His tongue slid against mine again, teasing, coaxing. It wasn't rushed. It was deliberate. Like he knew I'd been watching, waiting, and now he had me exactly where he wanted me—burning, dripping, trembling.
Caius watched us from beside me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, steady and intense. And just as I began to sink deeper into the kiss, Riven pulled back, letting my breath catch—only to gently turn my face toward Caius.
My heart thudded against my ribs.
Riven's thumb brushed my jaw, and he whispered against my cheek, "Kiss him."
The way he said it—low, almost reverent—sent a fresh rush of heat to my core.
