They made love for hours—through the quiet of midnight, into the stillness of early morning.
It wasn't always slow. At times, it was frantic, desperate, raw.
At others, it was soft and gentle. Most of it was wild and rough and Thea enjoyed every minute of it.
But no matter how they moved, it always brought them closer.
By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Thea lay curled against Riley's chest, her legs tangled with his, her body humming with lingering pleasure and exhaustion.
Her skin glowed with sweat, her lips kiss-bruised and parted slightly as she breathed him in.
Riley wrapped his arms around her, his lips pressed to her forehead.
"Did I wear you out?" he murmured with a faint smile.
She let out a sleepy, breathless laugh. "Completely."
He held her tighter, as if by doing so, he could keep her in this moment forever.
