(Sienna) Adrian's thumb traced the edge of the discoloration without pressing, the callus on his palm rasping lightly over my skin, warm and deliberate. His eyes flicked up to mine, dark and intent, holding mine while his touch lingered like a promise he wasn't making yet. "Breathe for me," he murmured, voice low, the same timbre that had unraveled me before. Roughened at the edges from restraint, vibrating through the scant inches between us. I drew in air, slow and controlled, but it caught when his fingers splayed wider, bracketing the bruise, his pinky grazing the underside of my breast. Pain flickered, sharp under the ribs, but it tangled with heat pooling low in my belly, my thighs clenching emptily at the invasion of memory: his hips snapping, that surprised laugh rumbling from his chest as I rode him.Is he still blind to it?, I thought, the realization a cold spike amid the throb. He trusts Jolene like family. What does that make me to him? Is he involved too? But my bod
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