That small bit of protest wasn’t enough to dissuade him.  If it would’ve been, then he’d have died a long time ago, when he hadn’t yet mastered the art of claiming his prey in dark boathouses and shady tavern corners.  Sometimes they had been able to put up a little bit of a fight, even.  But Kade had never had an impressively long set of fangs, and it had taken a little while to get the hang of it, to build up his strength, and to know exactly how to bite a human to elicit the reaction he wanted.  Seduction was much easier, not to mention rewarding, than brute strength and throat-ripping.<br/><br/>This time in particular, because ending Dorian right away would’ve denied him another sweet surrender of the man’s body.  Yes, it longed for him, but driving him to a powerful release, forcing that form to twitch and writhe, that was a guilty pleasure that Kade savoured as much as the rich flavour of the man’s blood against his tongue.  Once his goal had been achieved and Dorian came across his hand, there was a short silence.  Kade didn’t move, other than a few gentle, lingering strokes of his fingers over a slick cock.  The feel of it was nice, and he could’ve gotten caught up in the mix of that sensation and the sound of Dorian’s breathing.<br/><br/>He finally relinquished his hold, though he bit into his own lip to draw up a couple of drops of blood.  That was enough to kiss the holes he’d left in the human’s neck and help them seal.  By morning, all that would be left would be a faint ache, which could’ve easily been explained away as something else.  Kade was an exceptionally clean eater, at least when he wanted to be, and not a drop was spilt.  That would’ve been wasteful.<br/><br/>“Such a temptation you are, Dorian Michaelson,” he whispered, bringing his hand up and making a show of licking it.  Ancient or not, Kade was a lusty creature who had forever ago fallen into depravity.  Now, he was set in his ways and always loved the physical pleasures he could enjoy, whether that was drinking blood or alcohol, silken sheets and sex, or even the simple act of turning someone on.  It was all pleasure to him, and he basked in it.  He’d have taken things further, but it was unlikely that Dorian’s body could keep up.  Between the easy orgasm and the blood loss, there was no sense in pushing it, especially when it would no longer be as pleasurable for either of them.<br/><br/>“But I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” the vampire decided aloud.  Without explanation, he took the man’s hand and wiped some of the sticky mess onto it.  Then, gathering Dorian’s weakened body to him, Kade rose up and moved to the bedroom.  He’d had long enough to examine the place, so he was well aware of where everything was.  He didn’t even need to turn any more lights on; his pale, immortal eyes were perfectly tuned to darkness.  Once he had the human spread out onto the bed, he had to stop himself.  The longing to touch more, to take in the rest of that warmth and feel Dorian’s ultimate submission to him was strong.<br/><br/>“Tonight is not the night you die, Dorian.  But you will sleep deeply,” Kade informed him.  He lingered there, staring at the handsome face, wanting to kiss those lips.  He licked at the blood beading on his own lip, though, and knew that it was a bad idea.  “You can let go.  Let yourself fall to it.”