90. Breaking Up

River held Riley tightly against his chest, their bodies still tangled together. As they both tried to catch their breaths, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. His cock remained buried deep inside her, and the warmth of her skin against his was both comforting and electrifying, and he never wanted to let go. “If you want me to leave, you will have to let go, River,” Riley whispered and brushed her lips against his. River’s grip tightened instinctively at her words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The thought of letting Riley go, of not having her in his arms, sent a sharp pang through his heart. But he slowly let her down and backed away, allowing her to gather herself. “Yeah. Your saintly fiance must be going crazy out there,” he said through gritted teeth. Riley grinned at him. “For someone who wants nothing to do with me, you sure can’t keep your hands off of me,” she said. River’s eyes flashed with irritation. She was teasing him, pushing his buttons,