Scene 4 of Short Hair Dont Care 3 by Axel Braun

Wicked

Kit Mercer, Zac Wild Pic(s)

The sharp scent of ozone from the nearby city streets mingled with the sweet, musky perfume of heated skin as her fingers, tipped with short, practical nails, traced a deliberate path down the center of his chest. Each inch of skin she claimed seemed to awaken, a low hum of electricity following in the wake of her touch. He watched, captivated, as the stark, geometric lines of a modern tattoo on her forearm shifted and flexed with the movement of her muscles, a silent testament to her focused intent. A soft, guttural sound escaped his lips as her palm flattened agat his abdomen, the warmth of her hand seeping deep into his core. Her own breath hitched in response, a quick, sharp intake of air that fogged the space between them for a fleeting second. She leaned in, her cropped hair brushing agat his jawline, the sensation both surprisingly soft and electrifyingly abrasive. The world outside the window, a blur of neon and distant traffic, ceased to exist as her mouth found the sensitive hollow of his throat, her tongue painting a wet, hot trail upwards. His hands came up to grip her hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh above the waistband of her jeans, anchoring them both in the rising tide of sensation. In that suspended moment, every whispered promise and unspoken desire coalesced into the palpable, throbbing rhythm of their shared pulse, a silent symphony building towards its inevitable, shattering crescendo.

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