The two kissed with a wild urgency, lips crashing together as if they had been starving for centuries.
Their tongues tangled, breaths mingling, and neither could get enough of the other.
Hands roamed greedily, exploring curves and muscle, caressing skin as though trying to memorize every inch.
In no time at all, their clothes were stripped away, tossed carelessly across the room.
Nothing else mattered—no rules, no restraint—only the raw hunger that consumed them.
Riley felt as if he had stepped into paradise itself.
Anastasia was unlike any woman he had ever touched—her beauty was devastating, her allure beyond reason, her very presence intoxicating.
For him, this was heaven, yet it was she who seemed most consumed by desire.
Though untouched for countless trillions of years, Anastasia unleashed a side of herself that stunned him.
She was no timid maiden—on the bed she was a tigress, fierce and unyielding, determined to claim every part of him.
