Riley's POV

We were tangled on the floor, bodies slick with sweat and cum, my holes still fluttering around their cocks. I could feel their satisfaction, their lingering hunger. My head was about to rest against Gunnar's chest when he suddenly cupped my face, tilting it up so our eyes locked.

His voice came out rough, raw, like it had been torn from the deepest part of him.

"I love you, Aemoria."

The words hit me like a lightning strike. My breath caught. I stared at him, searching his face, convinced I'd misheard through the haze of the essence and the endless orgasms.

"What...?" I whispered.

Gunnar's thumb brushed my...