In a dim Nashville rehearsal studio, a tattoo artist finds herself caught in a frantic, primal collision between two strangers. What begins as a sudden unfolding of desire quickly descends into a chaotic, beautiful rhythm of skin, sweat, and unadulterated lust.
The salt of her skin was the first thing Latoya tasted, sharp and heavy, followed immediately by the bitter, dark heat of the bourbon he'd spilled across her throat. It coated her tongue, a heady, stinging warmth that mirrored the friction building between her legs. Cian was behind her, his weight a crushing, delicious pressure against her spine, his hands bruising the soft flesh of her hips as he drove himself into her. He was relentless, a man who understood the meticulous, repetitive movement required to break something down, a forensic accountant applying his precision to the rhythm of her body.
Emanuele was in front of her, his hands framing her face, his eyes dark and possessive. He was a man used to guarding treasures, to handling delicate, ancient things with reverence, but here, in the dim light of the rehearsal studio, he was anything but gentle. He was devouring her, his mouth working over hers, his tongue tangling with hers in a desperate, hungry dance. He tasted of expensive gin and old paper, a scent that should have been clinical but felt instead like a provocation.
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18+, consenting adults, fiction.