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Wave after waver after wave of shredding, dissolving ecstasy rolls through, until I cannot tolerate it anymore. "I cannot—I…please, I—please—no more. I cannot take any more."

He listens to me.

His finger leaves me and his mouth too, and his hands cradle me to his chest. I smell myself on his breath when he kisses me.

It is not unpleasant. Strange, familiar, and unfamiliar at once. But not unpleasant.

I feel…wrung out.

Shaken.

Almost broken—but beautifully so.

Abruptly exhausted, I rest my cheek against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

"Riley?" I murmur.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I believe you have given me my first orgasm."

He chuckles. “Yeah, babe, I think so," he whispers in my ear. "You had multiple, you know. Three, maybe four."

He sounds…pleased.

Aroused.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He just laughs again. "Believe me when I say the pleasure was all mine."

"My eyes," I mumble. "They will not stay open."

"So close 'em, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I got you." He kisses the top of my head.

"But what about—"

He touches my lips—I smell myself on them. Again, not unpleasant, only strange. "Hush, baby. Plenty of time for that later. I've got you."

I let my eyes slide closed.

I drift off to sleep with the feel of Riley's hands roaming my naked body. Not to arouse, now, but to soothe. To calm.

The thought which percolates at the edges of my mind as I drift off to sleep is a worrying one:

Now how will I leave?

Now that I know such incredible joy exists, how can I leave him?

Chapter 12

RILEY

The awe that I feel, the pride at being the man she chose to give this gift to, is overwhelming.

I gaze at Cadence, and I know I am ruined.

Any woman I have ever known, ever touched, ever kissed, ever felt anything for is utterly forgotten.

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