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Feeling Alex moving on top of him, Rayne grunted and narrowed his eyes, realizing what the vampire was doing. The smell of his own blood filled his senses, but he didn't need to glance down to see why. With his hands still resting on Aleksander's sides, Rayne grabbed him tightly before flipping them both over, pressing Alex onto the bed as he hovered overtop, still inside his ass as he pushed in and continued with the slow circular movements.
The grinding made Rayne's mind scream at him to move, needing more but he resisted himself. Instead he kept with the onslaught, letting out uneven breaths as he bit his lower lip, formulating an idea in his mind, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked over in the drawer nearby.
It was clear Rayne had an idea in mind.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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