copyright 2012
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Eleven
When Adal woke again, he felt…good. Happy, and sated even as arousal rumbled through him. He wasn’t used to any of those sensations any more than he was used to waking up with a huge, naked, sexy man curled around him. He turned his head cautiously as he pried his eyelids open. His fingers flexed of their own accord in the thick, silky strands of Dorso’s hair. And he felt the huge knot on Dorso’s head. That brought everything from the past surging to...
Published on November 04, 2012 21:22