In the pulsing heat of a Barcelona club, Alba discovers that some structures are meant to be broken. What begins as a predatory glance across a crowded bar evolves into a frantic, multi-partner descent into pure hedonism. As Rhys and Carme lead her into the fray, Alba finds herself caught in a delicious collision of bodies, where the only rule is the pursuit of total, uninhibited pleasure.
His fingers were already digging into my hips, tracing the line of my pelvic bone with a heavy, insistent pressure that made my breath hitch. The bass from the main room was a dull, rhythmic thudding through the floorboards, vibrating up through my thighs and settling deep in my pelvis. It was a frantic, greedy sort of start, the kind that happens when you have been staring at someone across a crowded bar for too long.
Rhys was not a man of gentle gestures. He was a structural engineer, and he approached my body as if he were testing the load-bearing capacity of a new design. He wanted to know exactly how much pressure I could take before I broke. He leaned in, his mouth a hot, wet ghost against my ear, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that made my nipples ache against the silk of my slip.
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18+, consenting adults, fiction.