taras_oleksei

Nika's straying hand found the back of Oleksei's thick neck and clutched it with an almost tender violence.

"It's natural, isn't it," he breathed, closing his eyes, "for a man to crave his antithesis."

The criminal's hand was like a pleasurable vice, inexorably pumping his stiff and aching cock. His weight was gratifying in its muscular density.

"Some kind of insanity, perhaps," he whispered, voice low and lush from the drink. "Respect and admiration for my quarry."

The sensation in his loins racheted up without warning and he hissed out a soft, pretty curse through his teeth.