𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | ✓

I can feel his breath against my skin, warm and steady as his fingers trace the curve of my waist. The world outside the studio has faded into nothing-there's only him, only the way he makes me feel. The art of temptation, he calls it, but it's no longer just the ink. It's the way he looks at me, the way his touch lingers, like he's afraid to let go.

"I'm not going anywhere, Selene," Micah whispers, his voice low and rough, as though it's just for me. He hasn't spoken my name like that in weeks, but tonight-tonight feels different.

My breath catches as he steps closer, his body pressing into mine, and I feel every inch of him, from the tattoos on his arm to the pulse in his neck. His lips hover just above my ear, and I can't help but close the space, leaning into him. The danger, the thrill, it's all here, right at the edge.

"You still don't understand, do you?" Micah murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "How hard it is to resist you."

I let out a soft laugh, the sound shaky, but filled with a kind of satisfaction I didn't think I'd find. "I don't want you to resist me."

He groans softly at the challenge in my voice, his lips finally crashing into mine, urgent and fierce. It's everything I've been craving, everything I was afraid to ask for. But now, in this moment, I realize it's not just about the tattoos or the temptation. It's about this-us. And it's everything I never knew I needed.