River O'riley

To die in sin, is sweeter than to live in virtue.. Or that is what I tell myself, anyway..
The truth is, I would happily go to hell for her..

I'd give myself up, over and over for this woman.. I would bend into any shape she'd need me to fit, and the way that she tessellates with me, is just right..

I have already begun to give pieces of myself to her, here and there.. But now, I'm not so sure I'll be able to prevent myself from giving her exactly what she had asked me for.. Everything..

All my secrets.. All my scars.. Every part of me.. Including the one thing I've never given to anyone but my daughter.. My heart.

Maybe Amberley was right.. Maybe I did need her to give me Lovey.. To open my eyes to different possibilities.. To thaw the ice that has been frozen in my chest for as long as I can remember.. To teach me how to love.

Maybe it doesn't matter how I got here, because here is where I find myself..
Where I am supposed to be..

Maybe meeting Lilly is and always was God's plan for my life..
Maybe I was always supposed to save and be saved by her..
Maybe she is supposed to be with me..

She is a little bit of everything, so much that I couldn't need anything more than her.. A little bit shy and a little bold.. A little innocent and devilishly curious.. A little silly and incredibly smart.. Complex and crystal clear..

There is no lie in the way she looks at me.. No hiding her nervous excitement..

Ah, fuck..

She is special to me.. So precious.. The most beautiful Lilly, cultivating into a blooming flower beneath my kiss..

"Ohh.. Lovely.." She sighs quietly and I almost don't hear it.. Maybe it's because her thighs wrapped around my ears dampens the sound.. Or maybe I'm just so far gone that my reptilian brain has started to take control as everything narrows down to one focus, entranced by the flavour of her desire on my tongue..

Her soft fragrant curls and wet skin drug me and I fight a drunken passion that pleads to feast.. Instead, I embrace every ounce of patience I possess, lapping tenderly, treating her like a decadent dessert to be savoured and appreciated, not a quick snack to be swallowed whole in one sitting..

"Oh.. River.." Her squirming toes press against my shoulder, tense with twitching nerves.. I reach up to squeeze her little foot, tracing soft strokes over her sole..

She hums like an electric wire and I love her little sounds, teaching me all about her perfect body and how to please it.. "Ooohh-- tickles so good!"

"Mmmh?" Taking her cue, I groan with a mouthful of heaven as I lightly scrape my nails down the backs of her thighs, tickling her some more..

The way her breath shortens to stilted puffs steals my attention and I look up at her to see she is watching everything I do with dark lusty eyes, fascinated by the sight of my face buried between her slender thighs.. Dining on her pussy like she is this poor man's last meal..

Fuck me.. She just might be..

"Oh.. Wow..Mmm!" She shivers and squirms, her lean muscles twisting tighter while her hips begin to grind back and forth, feeling out what she likes and taking it for herself.. Soon, she finding a rocking rhythm that sets her panting and moaning.. One that dictates to me everything I need to do..

"River-- I'm-- I'm-- Uh-- Ohhhhh!"

She clutches fistfuls of my hair and shakes all over while I lick and kiss her through the carnal tides.. Her rapture echoes in the air as she falls apart, fueling my hedonistic gluttony when she gushes and gives me all the satisfaction I could ever need as a man..

I lift my head, reaching up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.. "Did I do good? Did I make you cum, Mistress Lilly?"

She sits up, smoothing down the stands of her messy pink hair.. "Oh.. It was so good-- the world shook.." She giggles, her cheeks ruddy and her eyes sparkling like melted sugar.. "You gave me an earthquake."

I've seen the kind of things most men could only dream about.. The peaks highest to the heavens and the Islands of paradise.. I've shaken hands with presidents and monarchs and had more medals pinned to my chest than I can count.. But I've never felt more pride than I do when Lilly laughs and describes the orgasm I'd given her as 'an earthquake'..

She makes me feel like a god..

I chuckle, rumbling and rich with satisfaction.. "O'Aye? Do you want another?"

"Can I?" Her cute-talking mouth falls open in awe and the lusty creature inside that I'd been trying to keep at bay devours me whole..

"Aye, Mistress Lilly, you can have as many as you like.."

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"River-- River, wake up.. Make it stop.." I blink open my eyes to see Lilly curled up on my chest, squinting at me through half asleep eyes.. Grumbling about the buzzing drone of my cell on the coffee table..

"Hmm? Kay.."

Shite.. I don't even remember falling asleep.. All I remember is devouring the delicious Wallflower for what felt like hours and somehow still wasn't nearly enough..
Goddamn she's gorgeous..

Fuck, wake up..

How long was I out?

It has to be late, well past midnight..

Who the fuck is calling me?

I reach a clumsy hand out in the dark, feeling around and lifting the phone so that the light of the screen blinds me..

Lilly lays her head back down, humming tiredly as she snuggles closer, the scent of her in the air and the taste of her still on my lips.. I rub my eyes and they adjust to see the name on the screen..

'Beckett', reads the caller ID..

My waking brain lags to catch up..

That's not possible..

I tap at the screen to accept the call, wordlessly bringing the phone to my ear.. Half expecting the voice of a ghost to haunt me..

At first I hear nothing but road noise, like the call is coming from a moving car, then a heavy breath..

"Wǒ zhīdào nǐ shì shéi." A dark warning voice tells me he knows who I am..

I don't need to question it, I know who is calling me from the dead man's phone..

The Mountain Master, Li Jun speaks with the certainty of a powerful man.

"I don't think you do." I growl, winding one arm protectively around the sleeping Wallflower..

I know he's bluffing, If he knew who I was, I'd already be dead.. He wouldn't be calling numbers on a dead man's phone looking for an answer..

But he is obviously one step closer to finding us, and that is a step too close..

"I will find her.." His warning is quickly followed up by another, a far more sinister and foreboding death threat.. "Wǒ yào shāle nǐ."

The line clicks and the call drops..