LOGIN[CARLTON’S POV]The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey.His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him.Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive.He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside."Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even knowing
[CARLTON’S POV] The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him. Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive. He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside. "Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even
[CARLTON’S POV] The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him. Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive. He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside. "Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even
[CARLTON’S POV] The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey. His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him. Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive. He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside. "Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even
[CARLTON’S POV]The bathroom door shuts with a soft click, and Tristan is on me like a predator that's finally caught its prey.His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is nothing like the reverent thing he did at the table. This is hunger. This is desperation. This is a man who's just gotten what he needs and is now intent on reminding every cell in my body that I belong to him.Our clothes come off in a tangle of fabric and fumbling hands. I pull his shirt off his shoulders, and he doesn't bother with the careful seduction of foreplay. Instead, he just tugs his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock, and the sight of it makes my breath catch: thick and pierced with eight Prince Albert rings, the cap flushed and swollen from earlier, the shaft scarred and absolutely massive.He hoists me onto the marble counter, and I barely have time to register the cool stone against my ass before he's pushing inside."Fuck!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it, because even knowing
[CARLTON’S POV] The night air hits my skin like a caress, cool and crisp and carrying the scent of the city: exhaust and flowers and something indefinably Fijidale that I've learned to love despite myself. Tristan's hand finds the small of my back as we step out of the car, and the touch is possessive without being aggressive, claiming without being violent. For once. The restaurant is exquisite in a way that screams old money and careful cultivation. Soft golden light spills from the windows, and I can see couples seated together, their heads bent close, their hands intertwined across white tablecloth. The kind of place where people come to celebrate love rather than conduct business or extract vengeance. I glance at Tristan, and he's dressed in an Armani suit, his jaw dusted with stubble that makes him look simultaneously dangerous and tragically beautiful. His one good eye, that molten gold that can turn from gentle to lethal in a heartbeat, catches the light as he surveys t




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