A low, throaty hum vibrated against Iris's lips, a sound of pure, male satisfaction that Riley made as he deepened the kiss.
What had begun as a tender exploration had ignited into a fierce, two-minute-long confluence of lips and tongue, a silent conversation of escalating need.
The air in the room grew thick, charged with the heat of their bodies and the soft, wet sounds of their passion.
When Riley finally disengaged, it was not an end, but a deliberate transition.
A slow, teasing withdrawal that left Iris's lips feeling cool and bereft, her breath catching in a shaky gasp.
A predatory, knowing smile played on his lips.
He had a target in mind, a destination mapped out by the frantic beat of her pulse beneath her skin.
His mouth left a trail of fire in its wake, a slow, torturous descent from the sensitive shell of her ear, down the elegant column of her neck.
