Lena’s body collapsed against the chaise like silk dropped to the floor boneless, spent, soaked in sweat and slick. Her chest rose and fell with sharp, shallow breaths. Her thighs still twitched.
But Nico didn’t look satisfied.
Not even close.
He set the camera down without breaking eye contact. There was something darker in his gaze now. Hunger no longer restrained. He stood tall, dominant, and silent as he reached for the buttons of his shirt undoing them one by one, slow and deliberate, like every click of plastic was a promise.
Lena watched through heavy-lidded eyes, dazed and soaked in heat.
The black shirt hit the floor.
Hard muscle. Inked skin. Scarred knuckles. A V-line that could ruin a good girl on sight.
She was still panting when he unbuckled his belt with a metallic cli
