What kind of man (loves like this)?
Back from the dead and burning with desire, Quentin isn't just alive—he's hungry. After months of slow, reverent lovemaking in the safety of their cottage, Eliot takes him out to paint the town red. The club pulses with heat, bodies grind to the beat, and Quentin's newfound boldness ignites something primal in both of them. When he kisses Eliot senseless in front of strangers and grinds against him on the dance floor, it's clear—this isn't just a night out. It's a celebration of flesh, blood, and second chances. How far will you let him take control? How much will you give back?