Kade was a monster, and he knew it.  Fortunately for Dorian, he wasn’t the type of monster to use sex as punishment or torture, nor did he usually feel like he needed to exert that type of forceful control over anyone.  Dorian was perhaps the only one he’d ever forced himself on so much, but then these were extenuating circumstances.  The vampire would’ve been hard pressed to explain the whys behind it, and het he felt as though it was completely necessary to force Dorian down into submission, to break him down with the physical.  It was the first time he’d seen any other emotion from the man other than anger, and he found it exquisite.<br/><br/>The request to go slow did not go unheeded.  Kade moved with restraint, then stilled as the man beneath him grew more accustom to his body’s invasion.  That face… was gorgeous, no matter what expression it took on.  The blond even thought he looked perfect with pain written on those handsome features, though it soon faded.  His own beauty was complimented, and Dorian even stroked fingers into his hair.  For a moment, they seemed nothing more than lovers, and Kade himself began wondering what the hell he was doing.  Not that he thought he was out of line…  It was more that he wasn’t sure anymore just what he was trying to accomplish.  This was supposed to be tormenting Dorian, turning his world upside down, and yet he found himself wanting to give the wicked snake nothing but pleasure.  Why?  Why did he suddenly feel like hurting him was a sin?  Kade wasn’t sure.  All he did know right then was what he wanted, and that was purely Dorian.<br/><br/>“Hold onto me,” he whispered in response, reaching out and taking the man’s other hand to guide it to him.  “<i>Only</i>me.”  He didn’t want Dorian clawing at the sheets; he’d have much preferred those fingers raking across his back or into his shoulders, to feel the passion that he’d always assumed Dorian incapable of.  Then he moved.  It was a slow, tentative rocking motion, one meant to acclimate his hesitant lover to the friction.  He made each stroke short, remaining deep, and then stilled again after a few seconds to see if Dorian needed a moment to catch up.  “You feel good,” he finally breathed, obviously pleased, but not in an arrogant way.  It was purely physical sensation that held him captivated.  “Like velvet fire.”