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I reached for my jeans, took the condom from my wallet along with a tube of lube. Then I resumed position.
After opening the condom wrapper and putting it on, I hefted his legs over my shoulders.
I then applied a generous amount inside Finn’s opening. Then I slid, one, two digits in him, widening him for my access.
“Gabriel, please!”
Finn’s plea got me moving. I entered him, slow and steady, not wanting to hurt him.
Finally, I was balls deep in him and Finn let out a sigh.
I began moving in and out of him, settling on a rhythm which suited us both. My balls tightened against my body.
Each time our bodies joined it felt like a piece of my soul drifted to touch his.
Soon enough, I reduced us both to panting and needy animals. I lowered my face and took Finn’s mouth, savouring the taste of him.
I switched the angle of my thrusts and judging by Finn’s gasp and the way he arched his back, I found his sweet spot.
I kept aiming for it, wanting to see him come undone before me.
At my next push, Finn climaxed, screaming out my name. It sounded like music to my ears.
Several thrusts later, I followed and the world fell away from my line of sight.
I pulled out from Finn, disposed of the condom and found a clean towel to wipe us clean. With that task done, I lay beside him.
I propped up on one arm, tracing the line of his collarbone, watching him breathe.
I memorized the way his chest rose and fell. Each steady breath was a reminder of the warmth and life still beating in him.
So pure, so undeniably real.
I loved the way his eyes softened whenever they met mine, the way his lips curved slightly at the corners when he caught me staring.
Those small, quiet moments between us, when nothing else mattered except us were special.
But then, my gaze fell to the tender spot between his shoulder and neck. The soft, inviting curve of his skin.
The pulse beneath it called to me, the blood flowing just beneath the surface, pulsing with life, with energy.
The familiar hunger clawed at my insides, stronger now that I was so close to him, so close to the one thing I wanted but couldn’t allow myself to take.
The pull was undeniable.
I could feel the shift in my body, the way my fangs lengthened, the way my skin prickled with the urge to sink into him.
To drink and forget everything else. I had to pull back. Ineededto pull back.
I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, but Finn’s presence was intoxicating.
Every inch of him was a temptation I couldn’t escape.
I opened my mouth to speak, to excuse myself and walk away, but before I could say anything, Finn’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm.
His touch was soft, almost tentative, but the way he looked at me, so gentle and so understanding, sent a jolt through my chest.
His shy smile made my heart stutter, and I suddenly realized that he knew exactly what I needed, even before I did.
