Bad Lesbian #05: Temptation

The timeline twists like a blade between them. He pins her wrist against the peeling hotel wallpaper while her heels scar the carpet. She came for information, not this. But heat coils up her throat every time his breath grazes her collarbone, sending her nerves screaming. His thumb rubs slow circles on her pulse until she exhales his name like surrender. Clothes twist off in quick, frantic moves. When he thrusts into her she digs fingernails into his back, leaving half-moon prints that scream she's been here. Legs locked around his hips, she takes everything he gives—every rough slam, every low groan, every time the headboard cracks against plaster. Sweat slides between them, slick and salty, while the air hums with the slap of skin and the wet sound of her taking him deeper. The mattress groans in protest; she doesn't stop riding him until the climax rips through her spine and she feels him pulse hot inside her. They stay tangled in sheets that smell like smoke and sex, daring the night to come between them again.