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having Damian here in his bed day after day. It meant sharing his love, his strength, his passion, all the things Conrad had needed and missed for much too long. It also meant using Damian to blunt the knife-edge of the hunger with which Conrad usually awoke. It meant risking Damian’s life if the nightmares that had been plaguing Conrad returned, risking his health should Conrad’s venom prove to be too strong.
    Conrad should have said no to the offer. He should have refused it every morning. Each time Damian had tried to climb into bed beside him he should have ordered him out. He should have stood his ground and sent him away. But, if he had, it might have been months before he arrived at the point he had today—waking up without the immediate urge to sink his teeth into someone’s neck and suck the life out of him.
    “Yes, caro .” Conrad cupped Damian’s face in a gentle hand. He leaned in and brushed a tender kiss across his lover’s lips, then pulled back so he could look into Damian’s eyes as he said, “You were right, but you were also incredibly lucky. When I think of what could have happened, what I might have done to you…”
    “Hush, querido .” Damian pressed his fingers to Conrad’s lips. “ Mi corazón, you worry far too much. Nothing would have happened. You would not have hurt me—I know you would not. You would have stopped yourself in time.”
    Conrad shook his head. Where did this blind faith in him come from? Certainly not from experience! “Damian…”
    “No. No more talking. We’re both all right, aren’t we? That’s all that matters.” Damian pulled Conrad back against him, stilling his protests with a kiss and Conrad let him, reveling in the knowledge. Yes. They were all right. For now.
    Conrad shoved the bed covers out of his way so that he could settle himself more fully on top of Damian. He kissed him again, tongue delving deeply, loving the way their bodies fit so perfectly against one another, wanting to taste all of him, to own all of him body and soul. His fingers found Damian’s wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head, imprisoning him. Hunger flared within Conrad, fueling the need, the desperate drive to possess Damian, to take everything he had to offer, to have him now . Damian whimpered softly, hips bucking as he writhed beneath Conrad’s weight. As their stiff cocks jostled and rubbed one another Conrad was shocked to discover that perhaps he hadn’t been merely teasing. Perhaps he really did want to see Damian pierced.
    Not that he wanted to cause him pain. No, never that. But to know Damian was, once again, clearly and indisputably marked as belonging to Conrad… The idea was not without merit.
    He was so entranced by the images dancing within his imagination—how it might look, how it might feel, how he might play with the piercing in ways that would drive Damian to ever greater heights of passion—that it took him a moment to realize Damian was attempting to get his attention.
    Surprised, Conrad lifted his head to look at him. “ ¿Caro? ”
    “Conrad, I’ve been wondering, would you do something for me?” Damian’s voice was just the slightest bit breathless—that, along with his flushed face and swollen lips made it easy for Conrad to ignore the determined, slightly speculative gleam in his eyes, even though he did so at his peril.
    Anything . The word was right there, waiting to be said. Conrad held it back with an effort. Damian had to know that would be his answer in almost every case, unless the request was for something unreasonable. Which could only mean Damian was about to ask for something he knew Conrad would not want to do.
    “It’s entirely possible.” Conrad released Damian’s wrists and sat up. “You know I would never refuse you without good cause. What is it you want this time?” He felt safe enough in asking. It could hardly be anything too terrible. He was mostly certain Damian had more sense than to choose a time