The world outside the penthouse faded into a distant hum, irrelevant and far away. Inside, silence wrapped around them like a velvet cloak, broken only by the soft sound of their breathing and the gentle rustle of sheets.
Cassian's fingers traced lazy patterns along Riven's spine, worshipping every inch of skin beneath his touch. There was a tenderness to his movements that contrasted sharply with the fire that still burned between them.
Riven's eyes fluttered closed as he surrendered to the quiet intimacy, every nerve alive with anticipation. Their bodies moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every sensation without the need for words.
The heat between them was electric—soft sighs, lingering touches, and the weight of unspoken promises filling the space. Every kiss was a silent confession, every caress a plea for more.
Cassian's lips found the sensitive spot behind Riven's ear, his breath warm and teasing. "No need to speak," he murmured, his voice a low promise. "Just feel."
Riven's hands tangled in Cassian's hair, pulling him closer as the unspoken desire grew, swelling into a crescendo of pleasure and connection that spoke louder than any words ever could.
In the silence, they found everything—love, lust, and the fierce need that bound them tighter than any chain.