The penthouse was still dark when Kai woke, the soft gray light of pre-dawn filtering through the rain-streaked windows. He was warm too warm wrapped in heavy arms and tangled sheets that smelled like sex, sweat, and Damien’s cologne. For a moment he forgot where he was. Then the ache in his ass, the bruises on his hips, and the solid weight of the man behind him brought everything rushing back.Night Thirteen.He had stayed again.Kai shifted carefully, but Damien’s arm tightened around his waist instantly, pulling him back against a broad, muscled chest. A low, sleepy growl vibrated against the back of his neck.“Going somewhere?” Damien’s voice was rough with sleep, deeper than usual, sending a shiver down Kai’s spine.“Bathroom,” Kai lied, though his body was already responding to the press of Damien’s morning-hard cock against his ass. “And maybe coffee. Normal people do that after sleeping over.”Damien’s hand slid down Kai’s stomach, fingers brushing over the phoenix tattoo bef
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