Tonight was Veronica's night—Riley had made that clear from the very beginning.
He wanted nothing more than to see her fall apart under his touch, to give her every ounce of pleasure she deserved.
And from the way his hands moved over her body and the intensity of his gaze, she knew he meant it.
He took his time with her, worshipping her like she was something sacred.
Soft kisses trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, then lower still, each one sending little shivers of anticipation through her spine.
His fingertips caressed her thighs, spreading them slowly, deliberately, as he settled between them with a hunger that made her breath hitch.
Veronica whimpered, already feeling the heat building inside her before he even began.
"Ahhh…" "Ohhh…" "Ughhh…"
Her moans slipped out one after another, uncontrolled and raw, as Riley's tongue found her center.
