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Kieran was lost, and he didn't even try to slow down, suppress, or stop; this was his beloved, and having him body and soul was his only objective. His vampire was slipping free, and he hoped that Axel was in a place in his heart and in his mind to see beyond the madness to come and focus on the future that lay ahead. Either way it went, Kieran would move heaven and earth to see this through. He smiled and took Axel’s weeping cock down his throat.

The loud gasp and the grip on his hair were amazing. Axel was coming apart in his arms. His lover didn't last long; within seconds, he felt Axel break and fill him with a sweet, intoxicating flavor. It inundated his senses with a need to own at any cost; it was like a white light of beautiful harmony flooding his being, and his vampire came awake with a roar.

Kieran quickly flipped Axel onto his stomach, preventing him from seeing the vampire. His cry and moans indicated he was still lost in delight, and his mind was satiated with a need for more, a need to finish. Kieran's vampire was present and demanding their beloved, and Kieran would not deny himself.

Axel was going to go through some stuff tonight and tomorrow, but Kieran would make sure he had a night filled with pleasure, excitement, and satisfaction. He may have questions, but there would be no regrets.

Kieran ravaged that gorgeous body, pressing his greedy tongue against his throbbing hole, forcing inside, tasting, stretching, loosening the quivering muscle as moans poured from Axel's lips and sweat dripped down his back. He was out of his mind with want, and Kieran gave him everything he was screaming for and more.

Words, tight and clipped, loud and scrambled, flowed from Axel; some made sense, others were just a release, a passionate, overwhelmed release. The man was owning his body and soul. His vampire growled, and Axel whimpered as Kieran thrust his aching cock inside Axel's precious hole, filling him, stretching him, and owning him in return.

He pounded inside fast, rough, probably rougher than he should, but all constraint was gone the moment he felt that velvety embrace take him and hold him. The room vibrated with scents and sounds of their love and their desire, taking Kieran to a place of peace, calm, and complete satisfaction; he was not going to stop. Nothing could make him stop.

It hit him hard, escalating fast and erupting in an instant as every sharp and heated sensation exploded; he held stiff and brutal and came in a rush of intense feelings, his body pulsating and throbbing with the release. The feel of Axel's body beneath him, warm and smooth and soft and bouncing with each final thrust.

He did not stop or even try to; he sank his teeth into the base of Axel's neck, his vampire seeking the union that was incinerating him. Kieran drank, pulling in the fresh, energizing blood of his beloved, giving him a strength and clarity only possible with such contact. It was otherworldly; no other word would suffice.

The bond struck, sealing their bodies and their lives together. Axel was the most beloved of his vampire boss. He felt the tremors pass through Axel; he was feeling the connection reacting to the bond, but he didn't understand, not yet. Kieran licked the wound, and Axel shook with each stroke and followed the shake with a soft moan. Kieran was coming to absolutely love those precious moans.

They remained like that for several minutes, just processing and settling, and those few minutes provided more peace and restfulness than Kieran had experienced in a week. His beloved was tuning into his needs and providing before he even knew what he was doing. Kieran felt a calming sensation draw from him and ease the subtle panic that started in the back of Axel's brain. There was no place or time for panic; this was their time and their love, and all would become clear soon enough.

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Axel felt like he'd been run over by a truck and a van and a four-wheeler. His body was strung tight and incredibly relaxed all at the same time; it was a contrast of the physical and the emotional, and it was crazy. He lay still with Kieran still stretched out on top of him. He'd moved to his right, taking most of his weight off, but he was still pinning him with his upper body.

The intimacy of this embrace surprised him as he thought Kieran would finish and leave after the brain fog had cleared, and he realized he'd just had sex with his new hire. But that was not the case. Calling what just happened sex was a severe understatement; there had to be a better word for the world-bending experience he just had with this absolute god.

The bite was a bit of a shock; he hadn't thought about Kieran being a biter, but the sensations caused by that nip on the neck were amazing. If he'd known biting was so intense and enjoyable, he might have asked Gio to bite him. Although he probably would have taken it too far, there would be no pleasure in it if Gio were involved; he would make it hurt just for his own kicks.

Gio was a dead fish most of the time, although they hadn't had sex in months, not since Sean became a constant fixture in their home. Gio acted like he was doing Axel a favor every time they were intimate, but as the affairs grew more numerous and less secret, their intimacy stopped.

Axel was sure that Kieran would be an adventurous lover considering the way he tossed him onto his stomach after rimming the fucking life out of him. He hoped that Kieran kept him around for a while; he needed more of this, much more.

His entire body felt like it was buzzing with energy but also dog-tired; he smiled at the confusing thoughts chasing each other through his mind. Just before he was tossed onto his stomach as if he'd weighed nothing, he saw Kieran's face.

It must have been the eerie shadow from the small lamp, but still Kieran looked fierce; his face was all stark angles, and his eyes looked blood red. The cords in his neck stood out, and the muscles of his shoulders were cut and solid, like he was in the process of metamorphosing. It was the lighting, but it had been impressive and had given Axel the feeling of being taken by a beast. Such romantic fiction would fill his thoughts for many days and nights; he would live off this encounter for a very long time.

Kieran kissed the spot he'd bitten, and when he did, an electric shock coursed through Axel, not unpleasant in the least, more like a mini orgasm; it was lovely. “That felt good.” He said without thinking.

"The flesh is sensitized," Kieran responded and kissed the spot again. Axel wasn't sure what that meant, but he would enjoy it for as long as it lasted. Kieran shifted his weight, allowing Axel to roll over. He pulled the lace panties the rest of the way off, crumpled them in his hand, and brought them to his face, taking a deep breath.

"These are lovely. Do you always wear them?" Axel was just a touch embarrassed, but Kieran didn’t sound judgmental, so Axel tried to sound casual as he responded.

“No, Gio thought they were repulsive.” Axel paused, the memory of that conversation chilling him once again. Gio had been disgusted and said so many hateful things. He should have left then, but he didn't. “I like the feel of lace and satin, and I like how they look; they make me feel attractive." He answered.

“Gio's an idiot, Axel. You're attractive, no doubt about that, and you don't need any enhancements. But these,” he held up the panties, “are perfect. I love how they look on you. I want you to wear them exclusively. I love that I know your secret.” Axel smiled at the ease with which Kieran spoke about what Gio had considered his filthy weakness.

Kieran rolled Axel onto his back and hovered over him while staring down into his eyes. Axel saw so many emotions in Kieran’s gaze, but he didn’t know how to interpret any of them. He was pretty sure one of them was probably regret.

"You look good in my bed, Axel," Kieran stated, and those dark eyes traveled Axel's face slowly and thoroughly. Axel didn't respond; he didn't think that statement needed anything further. Kieran kissed him hard, pressing their lips together painfully, forcing him to open, which was no hardship for Axel. When he opened, Kieran swept inside and devoured him completely. Axel had never been kissed so savagely; the sensations raging through him were overpowering.

Kieran pressed him into the mattress with his weight, and Kieran used his knee to spread his legs. Axel did not resist in the slightest; the thought of being ravaged by this man was a dream come true.

The pressure came instantly as Kieran thrust his hips and pushed inside, filling Axel again, tight and hot. The rhythm was lazy and relaxed at first, calming Axel with a smooth pace, rocking him in time with Kieran's thrusts, and then the calm broke.

Kieran's face sharpened, his teeth long and pointed, and his eyes were inhuman red, bloody, and vicious. The face he thought he'd seen prior and dismissed was now staring down at him as if he were about to become the next meal. He should be screaming and fighting to get away, but all he wanted was more. He wanted Kieran to take him, pleasure him, own him, and he wanted that mouth on his and those hands touching every inch of his body.

The thrusts increased, becoming fast and brutal, slamming flesh on flesh. Salacious groans and gasps filled the room along with Kieran's labored pants and the sounds of bodies moving in unison. The room was alive with electric sensations and a feral desire, wild and out of control. He probably would not be able to walk tomorrow, but Axel did not care; this was worth any and all pain and discomfort that may come his way.