Dorian felt consumed by the heat between them. Two handsome men, in a dance of wills, lust, and passion. Well Kade was more beautiful than handsome, but he was also deadly, like a snake. He was finding it harder and harder to fight him. The more those fingers twisted inside him, the more pleasure he felt. Dorian's body twisted and rocked against him, not fighting so much as reaching. Desperate. He wanted more. He wanted so much more. Again Kade ignored his question. Again Kade dodged around the importance of this situation. He was left confused, and when he grabbed Dorian's arm, he inhaled sharply. Feeling his tongue lave across his skin, Dorian shuddered.<br/><br/>God was he really wanting Kade to bite him? Their grinding and foreplay had him flushed and breathless. He swallowed and he whimpered. "God, fine!" he gasped. His body was desperate for release. Even if Kade killed him, even if he lied to him, if he was given this amount of relief, this pleasure, he felt like he might do anything to achieve it. How weak was he? "Please, please Kade," he breathed, arching against him. Dorian's leg came to wrap around his waist, to bring their bodies closer. Dorian gazed up at him, wondering what the word was. The compliments, the sweet words. They were all exquisite lies. Lies to make him break, and god but he was tired of<i>fighting</i>. Of<i>rationalizing everything</i>.<br/><br/>To just submit, to give in, was the sweetest relief he had ever felt. "Please, bite me. I want to feel you inside me. I want you, dammit, but I want you." He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. Even now he was afraid, because he didn't know how to trust. How to love. How to be anything but vicious and ruthless and calculating. And to submit...It was a lot. Too much. Kade had stopped teasing his body, and in those moments that passed he wondered if with his submission he had signed his death warrant. His free hand reached up to trace along Kade's face, those sculpted, beautiful features, and tears pricked his eyes. God he couldn't even remember the last time he had cried. When his parents had died? Though only a few tears were shed, because he was still so very aroused.<br/><br/>And he didn't want Kade to stop, no matter what. "Don't stop. I want you, Kade. Damn you..." He brushed his jawline, then let his hand fall away. "I want you to bite my neck. I want to feel you." He tilted his head to the side, letting his vein be exposed. He didn't know the dangers, or maybe he did. But he imagined if Kade was going to kill him he could take more readily from that vein, to give him some sort of release into the next life. He watched him, practically holding his breath. What was going to happen? What would he do to him?