Snow falls outside the cabin window while bella tina keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in bella tina. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in bella tina. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in bella tina; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—bella tina is winter’s hottest contradiction.