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you.” He smiled again. “But now you aren’t dead.” He reached out and touched my hair. “Somehow, I knew you weren’t. I knew that wasn’t you in that house.”
    Tears filled my eyes. Oh, how I’d longed to hear those words from him! How I’d longed to kiss him, to put my arms around him, to put my mouth on his cock, to let him fill me up with his. But this didn’t feel right somehow, it was wrong, like somehow my biting him and sucking his blood had done this to him—was making him think and react in a way that wasn’t natural to him.
    But his wounds hadn’t healed. That wasn’t natural, either.
    He leaned up and kissed me.
    It felt like an electrical current ran through my body.
    Not even kissing Jean-Paul had felt like this.
    I felt my cock growing hard inside my jeans, and as Jared’s tongue slipped between my lips and inside my mouth, I could see in my head that he was getting hard too. I reached down and caressed the thick hardness beneath the denim, and he moaned, never removing his tongue from inside my mouth. He stroked my chest, pulling and tweaking at my erect and sensitive nipples, and I pushed him back down on the couch, climbing on top of him, our hips beginning to move back and forth as we ground our crotches into each other.
    I pulled my mouth away from his lips. He smiled up at me. “I love you, Cord,” he breathed, “I always have.”
    Jean-Paul never said that to me.
    I wanted to believe him.
    But still, in spite of how badly I wanted him, the animalistic need driving me, I couldn’t shake the sense that something, somehow, was not right about this.
    His hands came up, caressing my hardness through my pants, and my desire pushed all other thoughts out of my mind.
    I reached down and undid my pants, freeing my cock. He smiled up at me and licked his thumb. He started running it over the head of my cock.
    “Ooooooh,” I moaned.
    I pushed my pants down as he kept rubbing away. Unable to stand it anymore, I grabbed the front of his pants and pulled, the riveted buttons holding his fly closed popping and flying away. I got to my knees and yanked his pants down, freeing his long, beautiful cock. As I yanked I heard the denim tearing and once they were free I tossed them aside like torn rags. I reached for the bottle of lube and squirted it onto his erection.
    “I want to be inside you,” he breathed as I mounted him, spreading my butt cheeks and lowering myself on top of his cock.
    The pressure against my anus was sharp and painful, then my muscles relaxed and I slid down, feeling his urgency filling me. I gasped and moaned as I continued to slide, settling down onto him when I felt his thick balls pressing against my cheeks.
    His entire body began to tremble, his eyes closing partway as I started moving up and down. He tried to push up into me as I went upward, but I held his hips down with my hands. He struggled against my strength at first, to no avail. I was much stronger than he—he had no idea how strong, nor did I want him to find out. I was still not completely used to how much power my muscles now contained, and I was afraid if we started struggling I might accidentally hurt him.
    “Your ass is amazing,” he whispered, tugging on my nipples and sending electricity through my body. “It feels so good, please don’t stop.”
    I smiled. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t stop had I wanted to. I reached down and stroked his chest, and his entire body convulsed, bucking upward. The thrusts were strong, intense, and it felt as though I was being split in two.
    I cried out, my head going back as he continued driving up into me. My entire mind was consumed with the pleasure from his cock, which felt as though it were burning inside me. No one had ever fucked me this way, not Jean-Paul, not any of the others in our little fraternity of vampires. The passion, the power—my eyes began to lose focus, and everything in front of me seemed to be seared with white, and I was vaguely