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lube?”
    “It’s been a while.”
    “You’re a vampire.”
    “It’ll still hurts without it.”
    “Wimp.” But there was no heat or rancor in the term as Jorge wandered off through the penthouse in search of oil. When he returned, Dane was still where he’d been left, but in the position Jorge had told him to stand.
    What was he thinking? Jorge could infiltrate Dane’s thoughts as he had since earlier in the day, but this? Sex? This was intimate and personal and he would allow Dane to express himself without Jorge’s interference.
    Jorge wanted the sounds Dane would make, the grunts, the whimpers, the begging.
    “When’s the last time you had someone inside you?” he asked when he reached his prey. And that’s exactly what Dane had been last night. Prey. Now, as he’d come to know the vampire some, he’d become something infinitely more… A passion. A desire. A must have.
    “It has been years. Many.”
    Jorge slid an oil slick finger down Dane’s naked back and down between his ass cheeks, to rub against his hole. “Male or female?” As he applied pressure to Dane’s entrance, Jorge was rewarded with a groan.
    “Male.”
    “Mmm. I do like that. I want to be your only male from now on,” he said, pushing his finger deep, in one stroke. Dane’s knees nearly buckled, but with his other arm wrapped around Dane’s waist, Jorge was able to hold his lover up.
    “Please, Jorge. Please.”
    “Those are pretty words, meu amor . So pretty, in fact…” Jorge left the words hanging between them as he removed his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock.
    With gentle pressure this time, and slow, steady movement, he pressed himself into Dane’s body.
    Dane’s hands curled against the glass, the nails scraping the window. “Careful. You don’t want to shatter it,” Jorge murmured. “But I’m glad it feels so good for you.”
    “Yes,” Dane hissed.
    Inch by inch, Jorge seated himself inside Dane, who was already pulsing against him. It was wicked tight, close to choking him off at the base.
    He pulled out until just the head rested at Dane’s entrance and was rewarded with a whimper and Dane pushing back, seeking Jorge again.
    Jorge wouldn’t deny either of them. “Find a way to hold on. Things are about to get serious.” He slammed in, hearing Dane’s breath catch. In and out, Jorge pounded Dane’s ass. He gripped Dane’s lean hips tightly, holding Dane steady.
    Sex between vampires was violent and often painful, a battle for dominance, but this was different. Jorge didn’t want to be dominant over Dane. He wanted their mating to be an equal give and take. He needed it that way. So much had been taken from Dane that Jorge didn’t want to take anything more from him. He wanted everything, every move, every touch to be consensual and freely given.
    Jorge’s nature was to take, to seize, and he wanted that. He wanted to seize everything from Dane and then give it back to him, multiplied.
    He had forced himself into Dane’s life earlier in the day. He would stay as long as the other vampire allowed it.
    And this moment, this pleasure filled moment, he would memorize until the end of time.
    He snapped his hips and pummeled Dane’s channel, closing in on his orgasm. As it neared, he pressed the front of his body, tight to Dane’s back, wrapped one hand around Dane’s erection, and stroked, hard and tight and quick.
    Dane trembled in Jorge’s hold, pushed against the window, hard enough that it should crack, but it didn’t. He was rarely thankful for anything, but for that? He was immensely thankful.
    “The big death by sunlight is not what I desire in this moment,” he teased.
    “No,” Dane agreed. “Please, Jorge.”
    “Let me have your pleasure.”
    “Yes. Oh, yes.” The words left Dane’s mouth mere seconds before wetness flowed over Jorge’s hand. The contentment that grabbed hold of him as Dane’s orgasm took hold of his body brought Jorge his own. Deep in Dane’s