The first hints of dawn crept through the gaps in the heavy curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Jax lay on his back, the warmth of Luciano’s body still pressed against his side, one arm draped possessively over his waist. The sheets were tangled around their legs, damp with sweat from the night before, the air thick with the musk of s*x and the faint, lingering scent of Luciano’s cologne. Jax exhaled slowly, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the smooth plane of Luciano’s hip, feeling the way his skin prickled under the light touch.
He couldn’t resist.
Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the curve of Luciano’s shoulder, then the nape of his neck, where the dark hair was still slightly damp. A slow, teasing kiss—just the brush of his mouth, barely there. Another against the shel
