Riven felt his heart race as Soren's lips pressed against his. He knew things were going to go down, and he should have said no, but how could he? When Soren made him feel so good!
So what if he was still tired from last night, that will not stop him from doing his duty as a good transmigrator stuck in an R-18 BL novel!
It ignited a fire within him that battled against his fatigue. The soft caress of Soren's hands along his sides sent shivers down his spine, stirring a desire that he thought he could suppress.
"Soren, wait," Riven did not think he would last another round.
"Do you want me to stop?" Soren's voice was low, a tantalising whisper that wrapped around Riven like a warm blanket. Riven hesitated, feeling the weight of his exhaustion, yet the hunger clawed at him. He could still taste the remnants of their earlier passion, sweet and intoxicating.
"No," Riven finally breathed, his voice barely a whisper. The admission hung heavy in the air, electrifying.
