Riley was not disappointed in the slightest by what he found.
"Saint Riley, I want you again."
The words came from Princess Elsa, her voice trembling with need.
Her restraint had crumbled entirely, and it was no surprise—after all, she had already tasted the pleasures of the flesh earlier and now craved more.
Her sapphire-blue eyes burned with desire, locked onto Riley as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Without hesitation, she lunged at him.
Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her body pressing flush against his as she captured his lips in a desperate, heated kiss.
There was nothing shy or hesitant about it—Elsa kissed him with raw hunger, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair as if she wanted to claim every inch of him.
Riley responded just as eagerly, his hands roaming her curves, feeling the heat of her bare skin beneath his fingertips.
