Aaron sank back onto the crisp white sheets of his room, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. The heat of last night still lingered over his body—the firm, commanding hands of Slate tracing every line, every curve, leaving him raw, aching, and restless. He closed his eyes, recalling the sharp smacks against his ass, the teasing bite of lips on his tattoos, the way Slate’s low, controlled voice had drilled him into obedience.His body still pulsed with need, every nerve ending alive, and yet a tiny, guilty part of him relished the surrender. He rolled onto his side, hugging the pillow to his chest, trying to settle, to convince himself it was enough. But it never was.The faint creak of the floorboards made him freeze. A prickling awareness spread through his skin, a ripple of unease. Someone was here. His eyes snapped open. The room was dim, shadows pooling in the corners, but the scent hit him smoky, musky, layered with manly fragrance, not Slate. Not Zayden.Aaron’s heart thumped, q
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