The vampire was merciless indeed. He would have it his way. Dorian had no choice in the matter. When his fangs plunged into his flesh it was only seconds before the endorphins rushed through him, making his cock twitch. His eyes rolled into his skull again, sighing out in ecstasy. He couldn't fight it. He couldn't rationalize it. Dorian didn't even feel when Kade a second finger inside him. However, his back arched when those fingers brushed against his prostate. He moaned out, the sound loud and wanton. His hands reached up to clutch at him again like a lover. His mouth clashed against his, not bothered by the taste of blood on his mouth. Because it felt so good. It felt too good, with Kade's fingers plunging in and out of him. The intensity had him crying out in his mouth.<br/><br/>A grown man, brought into a quivering mess under the other in less than an hour. Human emotions were such fickle things, and all inhibitions went out with it. He'd never had someone touch his prostate; not even his own hand. No, it wasn't emasculating. Dorian just hadn't been interested. But oh, it felt so good. His words were toxic in his mind, and he pulled his mouth away, his eyes hazy as he stared into Kade's crystal eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" he breathed, his voice shaky. He was so hard, so aroused. Rational thought was leaving him. He moaned again and rocked his hips against Kade's hand. Dorian was determined. He wanted to hold out. He didn't want to give in, to beg him, to submit to him.<br/><br/>Because if he did, he feared there would be no escape. That Kade would own him, mind, body, and soul. And that just wasn't something he wanted. And yet it was so tantalizing, the illusion of being wanted. The illusion that Kade cared. That he wasn't using him. And everything felt so good. He wanted more. "I want more," he whispered, reaching up to run his hands through his hair. "But..." Kade touched his prostate again and he whimpered. "Oh...fuck..." God it felt so good. What was so wrong about a one night stand? Why did he care so much? In a last ditch effort, he tried to squirm, tried to escape. As much as he wanted it, wanted him, he couldn't just give in. He would hate himself for it later. But he didn't have much fight in him left, either.