The scent of sizzling bacon and the thunderous, distorted chords of industrial metal filled the small apartment kitchen. Nyx moved in the cacophony, a chaotic ballet in an oversized black band tee that stopped high on her thighs. With every twist of her hips to the grinding rhythm, the soft fabric rode up, revealing the full, pale curves of her ass. She flipped bacon strips with a spatula, her pearl-white hair, streaked with vibrant pinks and blues, swinging around her waist as she headbanged to a particularly violent drum solo.
Nyles emerged from the bedroom, the low-slung sweatpants doing little to hide the thick line of his awakening erection. He leaned against the stainless steel fridge, arms crossed over his tattooed chest, watching her. His hazel-green eyes tracked the shift of musc
