No thought was given to changing into slippers.
Shoes were carelessly tossed onto the balcony, and the task of closing the door was left to someone else.
Zahir entered and roughly claimed Cesare’s lips.
The dampness from their feet spread across the floor, but nothing stopped them as they rushed toward the bedroom.
Bang!
The door to Cesare’s bedroom—where he slept every night—slammed shut.
Yet Zahir didn’t even bother with the bed.
Pressing Cesare against the door, he devoured his lips while hastily unbuttoning Cesare’s soaked shirt.
As Zahir came in from the cold, his hands trembled slightly as he unfastened the shirt, revealing Cesare’s glistening skin.
His well-toned chest and abs, sculpted and lean, were unveiled.
Zahir couldn’t resist lowering his lips to Cesare’s chest.
When Zahir’s wet tongue suddenly flicked over a nipple, Cesare twitched and grabbed his black hair.
