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beneath him as the tip of Carlos’ tongue entered him, bringing him to such an exquisite ecstasy, he thought for a moment he might lose all control and come too soon. He wanted all of Carlos inside him before that happened. He had just about enough reason left to reach for the nightstand drawer. Pulling it open, he slipped a condom packet into the palm of his hand and passed it back to Carlos then reached for the lube—lots of lube.
    Carlos took the tube and coated his fingers, slipping one then two deep inside Chris’
    ass. His fingers moved inside Chris, stretching his tight hole and, once more, bringing him to the brink of delirious joy. Chris raised his hips slightly as he felt the head of Carlos’ cock nudge at his opening. He held his breath, willing himself not to wince or cry out with the pain he was sure would accompany Carlos entering him. The tight ring of muscle protecting his opening gave up its resistance under the pressure of the hard, rigid flesh that pushed into him—then, not pain, at least not the excruciating pain he’d experienced once before, just an exquisite sharp burn that had him arching his back in surprise, followed by a feeling of intense exhilaration as Carlos pressed forward, driving every sensational, hard inch of his cock all the way inside him.
    “Oh, yes!”
     
    His cry of deep satisfaction was echoed by Carlos as he plunged in and out of Chris, his rhythm matched by the adorable man who writhed under him, bringing him a fulfilment he had not known for so long.
    Yes, this was what he had craved for, hungered for all these empty years, someone who not only gave him his body, but his mind and soul. Combined with the raw physical need BOUND IN BLOOD
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    expressed in both their longings was a tenderness, an emotion that went beyond the carnal, emotion that Carlos had not experienced in a long time. He pulled himself to his knees, lifting Chris so that his back was pressed to Carlos’ chest. Carlos wrapped his arms tightly around Chris’ body, holding him in an embrace neither man wanted to end. He raised his hips upward to meet Chris’ downward push, his cock sinking even deeper inside Chris.
    Chris’ head fell back onto Carlos’ wide shoulder, his blissful moans muffled by Carlos’ lips covering his mouth with a lingering and sensuous kiss.
    His lips moved to Chris’ neck where the scent of the sweet blood coursing through Chris’ jugular made his mind reel with need. His fangs lengthened, nipping gently at the smooth skin. Calling on all his willpower, he turned his head away, denying himself the life-giving human elixir.
    Not yet, not yet. Not until he is willing.
    Locking Chris to him with one arm, Carlos let his free hand glide down over Chris’
    torso, reaching for the hot, throbbing flesh that jutted so proudly from between Chris’ thighs.
    “Yes, my love,” he murmured, his lips pressed to Chris’ ear. “Come for me.” The lithe young man shuddered in his embrace. Cries of sheer pleasure were wrung from Chris as his body arched in total rapture and his orgasm was ripped from him, sending a torrent of semen arcing across the bed sheets. Carlos held him even tighter, laving his neck and throat with wet urgent kisses. His hips bucked faster now, driving his hard-as-steel cock into Chris’
    hot core until he could hold back no longer, and he exploded into the condom with great, gut-wrenching spasms.
     
    Chris curved an arm round Carlos’ neck, turning his head, seeking a kiss from the man who had brought him to a plane of ecstasy he had never until this moment known existed.
    Still trembling with emotion, he was content to stay secure in Carlos’ embrace and to feel the pulsing of the man’s cock, still buried deep inside him.
    “I think I’ve just been to heaven and back,” he whispered against the soft lips that caressed his.
    “And you took me with you.” Carlos eased them both into a side-by-side position without pulling free of him.