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    He felt Boyce’s hands wandering possessively over his body. His fingers were everywhere; nipples, ribs, stomach, thighs, and face, and kisses followed one after another, almost relentlessly. Tarin was left dizzy and helpless by the sensations of being at the utter mercy of the vampire. He was barely able to reciprocate. He just clung to the powerful biceps, trying not to faint from the sheer intensity of the experience. Boyce had his mouth firmly attached to Tarin’s neck and a hand working Tarin’s erection. The skin of his throat began to tingle as it became hyper-sensitised.
    Boyce had him so aroused that Tarin was sure he would come at a single word but his release was denied. His hips pumped, trying to find that elusive last sensation to tip him over even as Boyce’s hand touched in just the right way and yet withheld the final touch Tarin needed.
    “Please,” he begged as Boyce sucked hard at his throat. The faintest pinprick of the sharp teeth finally pushed him over the edge. Boyce sucked and Tarin sighed in bliss as his orgasm finally engulfed him in wave after wave of pleasure. He came hard, spilling repeatedly into Boyce’s hand and the vampire continued to milk him gently as if sharing Tarin’s orgasm with him. As his release finally abated, he felt a tongue brush lightly where teeth had punctured his throat. Then Boyce was kissing his lax lips and whispering soothingly, and he felt himself slide into a blissful, post-orgasmic lethargy.
    He lay limp in Boyce’s arms, barely cognisant of leaving the attic and being taken downstairs. The vampire carried him to his bed and laid him down.
    “One night of bliss, my love,” Boyce whispered. “One night and then you must go.”
    “Tell me you love me,” Tarin pleaded.
    “I love you,” Boyce replied. “I will always love you and only you. Let me show you.”
    While Tarin fumbled with the buttons on Boyce’s dress shirt, Boyce let his hands wander across Tarin’s chest and belly, grazing against his nipples in the process. Tarin groaned, and Boyce began to nip at the reddened nubs and tug at the gold nipple ring.
    “Want to see you, touch you,” Tarin groaned. He noted how much paler the vampire’s skin was in comparison to his own. It was cool but not cold. He let his hands travel along Boyce’s chest, his side, and down to his hip. The coolness and paleness were the only signs of Boyce’s true nature. Beneath his hand, Tarin could feel Boyce’s muscles moving, and they were alive and strong. The vampire’s body was so tempting that Tarin felt touching with his hands was not enough.
    Boyce gave a pleasured moan when Tarin started to lick his nipple. He became pliant, letting Tarin take what he needed. Tarin bit the nipple lightly and was rewarded by a sound of pure pleasure. He bit down on the other nipple and rolled the bud between his teeth. He felt Boyce’s groin come in contact with his own, the hard length rubbing enticingly against his own. They moved against one another, drawing out the anticipation of their lovemaking.
    Then, in one swift, smooth motion Boyce turned them so Tarin was on his back. Once again Boyce hovered hungrily above him. His hand reached to follow the line of Tarin’s eyebrow and then down his cheek, his chin, pausing at the bruise on Tarin’s throat, leaving a sweet tingle in its wake.
    “You’re beautiful,” Boyce said.
    Tarin felt himself blush. He’d never been the subject of such intense scrutiny. His shaft was rapidly re-filling and twitched approvingly as the mesmerising eyes lighted upon it as if trying to tempt the vampire into doing more than merely look. The feral smile from his lover as Boyce watched the organ dance with desire made Tarin shiver in anticipation. When the older man made no further move, Tarin caressed Boyce’s chest, sides, and let his hands skim over the taut buttocks. In response, Boyce moved forward, causing their rigid shafts to brush against one another.
    Boyce captured