The apology didn't seem to do anything. He was really sorry for everything, but it made no difference. He was left dizzy and weak by the blood loss, though he hadn't lost so much that he succumbed to darkness. It was a little too much, all at once. The fact that the other wasn't human. The fact that he was seeking vengeance on something Dorian didn't even know. The fact that he was trapped in such euphoria he couldn't even think straight. He could tell when the other stopped pulling on his precious life's blood, and he groaned at the feel of his fangs embedded in his neck. It shouldn't feel as good as it did. None of this should have. He tried to squirm, and struggle, but he felt paralyzed under his tormentor.<br/><br/>When Kade reached down and undid his pants, his heart lurched. He squeezed his eyes shut. God he didn't want to be raped as well. Even though it was impossible not to feel pleasure under whatever the other had induced him with, he still felt this entire situation was just wrong. "No," he rasped out, then gasped as that warmed hand wrapped around his length. It was so good having someone touch him. He hadn't been touched by another in nearly fifteen years, not after he'd been in college. He was above average for his height, the hairs tripped neatly at the base of his dick.<br/><br/>And then Kade was stroking him, and he went completely undone. Dorian gripped his arms, his eyes fluttering behind their lids. He moaned, the sound louder, nearly wanton. His breath came in pants, his heart racing, though it was still slow due to the blood loss. "Kade," he rasped, his hips surging when that thumb smeared the fluid beading at the top. His hips jerked. God he was already close, which was embarrassing. But, it wasn't really his fault when he hardly jacked off on his own time. To say he was sex deprived was an understatement. His body surged and moved under him like a puppet with strings. He was completely at Kade's mercy. And he didn't want him to stop.<br/><br/>With how ruthless and relentless the other was, it didn't take more than a minute or so before Dorian came inside his own pants. His back arched, his toes curling as he cried out his pleasure. It was a beautiful feeling, the release, as it washed over him. Like strings being cut, though they were his own. Yet there were still those attached to the wicked man that had forced the sensations, that had forced him to feel the things he did, that had made him feel things he had forgotten were even possible after all this time. Even though he felt violated, he also felt relieved, and he went limp under him, wondering if that had been a mercy before Kade would finish what he started.