Love Begins with the Hot Summer
Reason left him suddenly, all thought left him, and like a gaunt animal he threw himself at Rafał's ponderous mouth, parted in astonishment.
The door closed behind Damian with a slam. Did he close it or did Brylski? It didn't matter. What mattered were the gentle yet strong arms that embraced him passionately and the nails he felt even through his shirt.
Rafał was asexual? That had to be a joke! This man was hot sex himself!
Their tongues danced entwined, thirsty, though wet. They didn't crave water, they craved love.
Without a word, because there was no time for one, Damian helped Rafal pull off his T-shirt and clung to that arousal-flamed body. God, how passionately hot it was!
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