Deep Inside
He was control, absolute, unshakable, and terrifyingly addictive.
Deandro was a contrast, lounging with that lazy kind of seduction that disarmed her even as he teased, his lips always curving as though he knew every secret she hadn’t yet dared to whisper. His hands were smooth fire, coaxing rather than demanding, but still leaving her undone.
And Axel… Axel was chaos itself, raw and unfiltered. Every kiss from him was a bite, every touch an edge of danger, his body thrumming with the kind of primal need that made her tremble. Where Hunter controlled and Deandro seduced, Axel consumed.