The studio was still bathed in the warm glow of the golden hour, the fading light casting long shadows across the scattered equipment and discarded clothes. The camera lens lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the wild, tangled mess of bodies and desire that had just unfolded.
Lena’s skin glistened with sweat, her chest rising and falling in desperate gasps as she lay sprawled across the chaise, her limbs trembling with the aftershocks of the pleasure Nico had gifted her. But even as her body ached with need, she knew this wasn’t the end—not by a long shot.
Nico’s eyes locked onto hers with a hunger that burned hotter than any flame she’d ever felt. He pushed himself up on his elbows, his breath heavy, voice rough with something more than just exertion.
“Tell me what you want
