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If I was doing this, I didn’t want it to be merely functional. Those were my experiences of the past. Dissociation. Impassivity.

This was Ensley.

I grazed my mouth over his stubbled chin and pressed our cheeks together, cooling the frenzy threatening to take over. “Upstairs to your bed. I want to savor you.”

We climbed the ladder and shed the rest of our clothes. When he turned on a bedside lamp, I winced but said nothing and used the slight discomfort to calm the urge to race.

Ensley lay across the mattress, one knee raised and with his legs slightly parted. His full cock and heavy balls were on display. He reached a hand toward me, beckoning.

I took it, allowing him to pull me down. I moved over top of him, hands braced by his head, knees cradling his thighs.

He touched my face with awe and wonder. “Your eyes. They’re darker. Burning like scarlet flames.”

“Because I want you so badly it hurts.”

“Then have me.”

I lowered my head and kissed him once before burying my face in his neck and inhaling his scent. Sunshine, crisp apples, and a hot summer’s day. He smelled like life and yearning and desire.

Humming with pleasure, I brushed my lips over his pulsing artery, feeling its metronomic rhythm under his skin. A heartbeat.

Ensley tilted his head to the side, giving me access, but I moved away.

“Not yet.”

Resisting made my stomach coil into a painful knot, but I fought to hold off a while longer. I peppered kisses over his chest and down his sternum to his navel, earning a soft moan. Peering up, I met his lust-blown gaze and smiling lips.

“I want to be inside you first.” Because if the rumors were true…

I moved lower, mesmerized by his cock, standing proud and alert, waiting for attention. Licking his tip earned another moan, and Ensley spread his legs further, inviting me to go on. I took him into my mouth, carefully cradling his length between my sharpened teeth so I wouldn’t nick him, and sucked him down my throat before pulling up again.

Ensley gasped then groaned. “Fuck that’s good. Again.”

For the following few minutes, I used my mouth to pleasure him, savoring his flavor and stretching his hole with a wet finger until his movements turned jerky and his breathing grew staggered and uneven. Before he tipped over the edge of control, I climbed his body and joined our mouths.

Ensley broke free for a second to indicate a side table. “Lube in the drawer.”

I found it and used a generous amount to coat my length before sinking two fingers inside him, ensuring he was loose and slick.

Ensley tipped his head back on a moan, exposing his throat and that enticing carotid artery screaming under his thin skin. It was not my destination. The jugular was safer. The vein provided a slower flow, less chance of getting carried away and taking too much.

Unable to wait any longer, I sat back on my knees and tugged him closer. Lined up, I pressed inside, one glorious inch at a time.

His cock jumped, and he arched his back, expelling a long, “Yeeeeesss. Oh fuck, yes.”

Fully seated, I waited for him to catch my eye and give me the green light to continue. I stroked his calves and whispered his name.

With a blissed-out expression, Ensley nodded. Lips parted, he motioned for me to come closer.

I bent and joined our mouths. As our tongues dueled and tangoed, I moved my hips, burying myself again and again into his willing body. The heightened sensations were incomprehensible. It was unlike anything I’d experienced in four hundred years.

But I knew why.

Because I cared about him.

Because Ensley mattered more than anyone before.

If my heart still had the capacity to race, it would have been doing cartwheels. This man had broken through my barriers. I didn’t know what love was or how it felt, but I suspected whatever we were building, however unsustainable, would destroy me in the end. The loss would be great, and I wasn’t prepared.