Riley smiled to himself and strolled back to his room, stretching lazily as he prepared to get some rest.
The night was still young, and he expected that within an hour at most, his wives would arrive—each of them eager, each of them missing him as much as he missed them.
The moment they came, the quiet room would transform into a paradise filled with soft cries, heated breaths, and the unmistakable melody of pleasure.
The thought alone made his heart thrum with anticipation.
Riley chuckled under his breath, feeling the warmth of excitement course through his veins.
He cherished his wives more now than he ever had; every moment with them was something he treasured, something he looked forward to with hunger and affection.
To pass the time, he picked up a thick book from the shelf and settled comfortably onto the bed.
He flipped through pages at a relaxed pace, losing himself in ancient tales and forgotten battles.
