Miri's Pov
I was already trembling when Riven laid me back on the sheets.
My legs felt like they were still buzzing from the orgasms they'd wrung out of me—my clit still pulsing faintly, my skin hot and slick from sweat and kisses. But I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to rest. I wanted more.
And judging by the look in Riven's eyes as he crawled over me, so did he.
His body hovered above mine, all sleek muscle and temptation, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he stared down at me with a look I'd only ever seen in my wildest fantasies. Heat radiated off him, and his cock—hard, flushed, dripping—pressed against my thigh as he nudged my legs open wider with his own.
"Still with me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and wicked.
I nodded, breathless. "Goddess, yes."
"Say it again."
"Yes," I said, louder this time. "Please."
