The man was infuriating in his confidence and arrogance. Why couldn't he just be left alone? He wished he would, but at the same time he didn't want to be. His jaw clenched and his eyes closed, preparing for the worst. Though he didn't know what he was going to do until he felt his teeth slide into his throat. Dorian hissed at the first sting of it, but it was familiar. And oh it felt so good. His eyes shut and he let out a groan. "Kade," he moaned.<br/><br/>His cock filled with blood. He hadn't ever gotten as aroused as quickly as he did not. His breath came in shaky pants. This was deeper, more erotic. Having him on top of him, his fangs in his neck. He felt the familiar draw of blood from his throat. "Vampire," he breathed. When Kade ground his hips against Dorian's ass he hissed again. His hands balled into fists. Unbidden, his arousal consumed him. He rocked his hips back against his assailant.<br/><br/>Dorian reached up with his free hand and curled a hand through his hair, tugging on it, holding him to his throat. "I hate you," he groaned, angry and aroused. The ecstasy was all consuming. He was so hard. "I hate that I want you." Not only did Kade not seem to care how much danger he was putting himself in, but he was just using Dorian to satisfy some vendetta of his own. It enraged him. He tried to pull Kade off his neck, so that he could kiss him. Even tasting his own blood on his mouth he wanted to kiss him. He was so beautiful, so deadly, so impossible.<br/><br/>Dorian slipped his tongue into his mouth, then turned to wrap his arms around him. He pulled him close and there was nothing left for words between them. Dorian grabbed his hip and rocked his clothed erection against him, moaning into his mouth. God it had been so long. Too long.