Heated Pleasure
The house enveloped her in its hush, shadows dancing from the fire's glow downstairs, drawing her toward the living room where Riven waited.
He lounged by the fireplace, a tumbler in hand, the flames casting amber highlights across his sharp features. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms corded with subtle strength, and his eyes lifted as she entered, locking onto her form with immediate intensity. The polo rode up slightly with her movement, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs, pale and unmarked save for the faint flush from her bath. Riven's gaze traveled downward, lingering on the exposed skin, a low sound escaping his throat—'Damn.' The word hung in the air, rough-edg
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