26
River’s lips pressed against Salem’s with slow, deliberate intent, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, gripping just enough to ground her. Miles leaned in from the other side, teasing her shoulders, hips, and sides with light, fluttering touches that made her shiver. Salem’s breath hitched, heart pounding, and she pushed lightly against River. “I… I want you both,” she whispered, voice trembling between desire and anticipation. River hesitated for a fraction of a second, brushing a lock of hair from her damp forehead, then froze mid-motion, eyes widening slightly. Something clicked—a realization that made his chest tighten. “You’ve… you’ve never…” he murmured, voice husky, incredulous. Salem met his gaze, lips parting. “Until now,” she admitted softly, her hands clutching his sho
- Writer
