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He took Paul's hand, pulled him closer to the bed, and started raining kisses down his naked body. Paul was as on edge as he was and eager to move things along. Paul reached for the bedside table, pulled out a tube of lubricant, and handed it to him. Sloan took him by the waist and picked him up, tossing him onto the bed. "You're such a handsome man, Paul." He continued his praise, sensing that his adored needed the words he needed to hear that he was valued and admired.
"You're the handsome one, Sloan, tall, dark, and hard." He said with a teasing smile that looked gorgeous on him.
"Hard for you, baby, hard as nails." Sloan played along and crawled up onto the bed beside him. "Now I'm going to show you the time of your life that thrills you to the point of being wild and senseless. I will take you places you've only dreamed of." He was bragging, but it was also true, for there was no depth of feeling and emotion as deep as that between a vampire and their adored.
"I've dreamed of a lot of places." Paul played along, to Sloan's delight.
"This is your night, my love, a night you will not forget." Sloan moved to blanket Paul's body with his own, losing himself in the softness and warmth that was Paul.
"You feel so good." Paul moaned, and Sloan pressed himself harder, grinding his hard cock against Paul's. Paul's moans were coming rapidly while Sloan stretched and prepared him to be filled. Sloan thrust his fingers inside, spreading the lube and sensitizing his heated flesh. The feel of his adored wrapped around his fingers was unlike anything he had felt before. It gave him a sense of belonging and fulfillment and a connection that was destined.
"Relax, baby, just relax." Paul was tactile and responded to touch and needed to touch. He ran his fingers through Sloan's hair and then down his back and across his shoulders while spreading kisses along Sloan's jaw and down his throat. Paul was his perfect match; he loved being touched by the right person, and Paul was the infinitely right person.
Paul's hands were strong yet soft, hesitant and yet curious; they had a lifetime to discover one another, and Sloan looked forward to every day and every hour. Sloan plunged his fingers deep, igniting the excitement and causing Paul to deliciously arch his back, responding so erotically to every touch.
Sloan slid between Paul's thighs, pushing them apart and lining his needy cock up to Paul's glorious entrance. He was stretched and ready, and Sloan could not wait a moment longer to experience the embrace of his adored.
With a powerful thrust, he plunged inside, sliding and sensitizing his flesh with each move. Paul moaned and thrashed his head from side to side but wore a delightful smile. This was home this was what a true connection felt like, and Sloan was in heaven.
Paul had never known a lover to be so gentle, so attentive, and so forceful all at the same time. Sloan was giving him a heightened experience, bringing him to the edge and then pulling him back over and over again. He pounded inside, demanding satisfaction, and then eased off just to start over again. It was amazing, and Paul wanted it to never stop. This level of pleasure brought every part of him to startling and sharp attention.
He could sense every part of himself, and he could feel Sloan on a transcendent level; he could sense Sloan's feelings and emotions. It could be his imagination exploding with the sensations that were rocketing through him, but a part of him believed it was truly Sloan.
"Come for me, baby," Sloan whispered, and then Paul felt a brief, sharp pain on his shoulder. His brain was processing that Sloan had bitten him, but the sudden burst of pleasure that followed made that consideration unimportant. The feelings were large and powerful and exploded within him, and he came, filling the space between them with his seed.
His vision clouded, and then there were colors flashes of vibrant color, and it was Sloan, handsome, strong, his rock and his home. All of that rushed his mind at once, and then it was pleasure, all pleasure, pure gratification. He felt swamped by the sensations of being filled, being bitten, and being joined. It all made sense, and yet none of it did, and he didn't care.
All that mattered was Sloan; his presence, his patience, his care, and the emotions he elicited were massive and far-reaching. Paul smiled at his own inability to properly describe even to himself what was happening and surprisingly loved every minute of it.
He'd promise to take him where he'd never been before and give him a night he would not forget, and Sloan totally delivered in spades. He felt Sloan pulling back and then began licking his shoulder where he'd bitten, and the act was so sweet and sensational; everything this man did was heart-stopping. He moaned and wrapped his arms around him, needing the man's touch more than he needed to breathe.
Sloan stilled to catch his breath and steady his heart after their momentous contact, the deep, ethereal contact with his everlasting adored his life's fulfillment and his eternal lover. Paul was everything he'd expected of the experience and so much more. The taste and the power continued to surge through him, lighting fires and broadening insight. It was miraculous. He saw Paul so clearly and was beginning to understand everything about him. His adored one was tough and resilient but also kind and vulnerable.
He knew he was special the moment he saw him, but now he had a full picture of who he was and where he came from. Paul lived a life of caution and anxiety, always picturing himself as less than. The ex-boyfriend Joshua used Paul's inhibitions and lack of self-confidence as a weapon against him, keeping him isolated and under his control until he wasn't interested any longer.
When Joshua dropped him cold and walked away, all control was destroyed. Joshua was seen for who he really was. Although he grieved about the relationship, Paul would never take him back. He had a soft heart, and Joshua managed to play him, but once the mask was off, Paul would not settle for the real Joshua. Sloan didn't need to worry that Paul was pining for his lost love he was sad because he thought the man was more than he turned out to be.
The growing bond between them gave him such an amazing view of his adored. He found it hard to believe that he could fall in love with someone after knowing them for only a few hours. He knew it was possible, and he'd watched it happen with others, but he had never fully imagined how it would feel.
He surveyed the newly minted bonding scar on Paul's shoulder, and pride washed over him. "You are so beautiful." The words would not be held back. Paul smiled at him, and Sloan felt his heart skip a beat; this man's happiness was all it took to set Sloan's day right. Paul reached up and glided his fingertips over the scar on his shoulder, and he closed his eyes, feeling the sensations sparking across his flesh.
Sloan covered his hand with his own and took Paul's lips in a loving, tender embrace while pulling out and repositioning himself to Paul's left. The kiss went on for several minutes, with Paul giving as good as he was getting, making Sloan push deeper, intent on marking every inch of this man as his own. Finally, needing to catch his breath, Sloan brought the kiss to an end, wrapping Paul in his arms and pulling him close.
He then smiled and reached over the edge of the bed, down to the floor, retrieved his t-shirt, and used it to clean up Paul, taking great care to get every drop. He then dropped the t-shirt back onto the floor and took Paul in his arms, pulling him tight to his chest.
"You weren't kidding," Paul said, his voice soft and sexy and his breath fanning delicately across Sloan's chest. "You promised me a night I wouldn't soon forget, and I can promise you that I will not forget this night. I don't want to stroke your ego too hard, but you are an amazing lover." Sloan chuckled and ran his fingers up and down Paul's back, sending shivers of delight through him. "Amazing," Paul repeated in case he hadn't made himself clear.
"Your body was made for me, Paul. Our union was inevitable." Sloan began to play with words that were loaded, letting Paul in on the secret and preparing him for the hour in which the paranormal world would open to him. He was in the beginning stages of crossing over, and his mind was beginning to broaden its perception. He would notice things and start to assimilate into the knowledge of the fantastic that has resided around him for the whole of his life.
"That is such a sweet thought." Paul burrowed into Sloan's side, and within minutes, he was fast asleep. It was the comfort and peace of being in the arms of his ador that allowed him to sleep so easily. He would come to realize all these things over the next twelve to twenty-four hours.
Paul was pleased beyond measure when he woke to find that Sloan was still there in his bed holding him. He'd stayed, and he'd held him all night, and Paul could not stop staring at the sleeping man so handsome and so sweet.
Memories of last night flooded his mind, and with those memories came a strange awareness or concept or something that seemed to have opened up for him. He didn't understand what it was, but suddenly, he felt more at home, more settled and right.
Moving just slightly, he was able to look up at Sloan and take in just how good-looking the man was. How he'd gotten so lucky was a mystery, and he was so thankful that he'd decided to give the Sin Lounge a try before calling it a night. If he'd gone home, he would have missed this man and the night they shared.
He sensed a flash of memory. It was Sloan and the bartender. They were talking. They knew each other. They worked together, and they lived in the same complex. How did he know that, or was it his imagination? The Sin Lounge was owned by Sloan's boss, a man of power, means, and influence. Sloan, too, held a position of power within his industry. Things were coming to him that he couldn't remember discussing, but maybe he'd just forgotten.
