<i>Please.</i><br/><br/>That one word slid through the pleasure, through the desire for justice.  It broke past his barriers and wormed its way into his ancient heart.<br/><br/><i>I’m sorry.</i><br/><br/>What did the human believe he was apologizing for?  Had he figured any of it out?  Kade doubted it, since even he realized how vague he’d been in explaining his reasons for it all.  Even if Dorian<i>was</i>remorseful for anything, it probably wouldn’t have been that.  Most would’ve seen some kind of reasoning in destroying those who aided a vampire, both those who had a hand in his sacrifices and the innocents who only ever gave him the present of their own blood.  Sustaining him, out of their love or their fascination, that was their sin.  He wouldn’t forgive Dorian for<i>his</i>sins, either… for his part in what happened with the hunter, but he wasn’t so old and shriveled on the inside as to be completely heartless.  Was he?<br/><br/>That was debatable, as his hand moved lower to pluck open the man’s pants.  Whether it was viewed as a small mercy or as another tactic of torture, it didn’t matter to him.  Kade wanted to<i>feel</i>the body beneath him more.  The way Dorian spread his legs felt like an invitation, anyway.  While Kade wasn’t going to take it that far, he had a desire to experience the lovely shape of the wicked serpent twisting beneath him, to feel further submission, and to place himself even deeper into Dorian’s mind.<br/><br/>He found what he wanted easily, Dorian’s body eager for it.  Wrapping his long fingers, now slightly warmed from the man’s own stolen blood, around the thick length presenting to him, Kade was ruthless in this new form of torture.  He stopped pulling at the blood, though.  He left his fangs imbedded deep, both for leverage and for his own pleasure, but he didn’t want to risk drawing too deep and weakening the human too much.  Worse, he very well could’ve brought his heart to a stop in the heat of the moment, and he couldn’t have that.  Kade still had his grand plans.  This… was merely a diversion, a little sidestep to greater satisfaction on the way to his goal.  He knew it would be worth it, and so he continued to play with his prey, stroking him with a firm and steady hand, pausing only here and there to give his cock a squeeze, or to tauntingly smear the proof of Dorian’s growing arousal and satisfaction around the head with his thumb.