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“Relax, it only hurts a little,” she murmured in Edwin’s ear as she stroked his head and shoulders from behind. “What you feel later more than makes up for it.”“But will I…will I have to drink blood after I am…initiated?”

“Don’t worry, Edwin. I promise it will be many years before either you or Ophelia will need to seek your sustenance in such a manner.” Hamlet kissed his cheek. “Are you ready?”

Edwin nodded. Closing his eyes, he turned his head slightly to give Hamlet easier access. He felt a momentary pinch and then…

Ecstasy! Overwhelming warmth flooded his veins as colors exploded in his mind and a feeling of euphoria lifted him from the bed to the skies. He was flying free from the confines of his body. He soared above the clouds…heading into the stars.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” Ophelia giggled and clapped her hands. “I wish I could experience it more often, but Hamlet says it’s even better once you’re on the receiving end.”

He opened his eyes slowly. Still light-headed, Edwin observed the gaze of mutual pleasure in Hamlet’s dark eyes. His sensual lips glistened with tint of red. Instead of horror or aversion, Edwin felt complete peace and contentment.

“Thank you.” Without hesitation Edwin pulled Hamlet's lips to his and kissed him.”
― Celine Chatillon, Blood Bond

“A spontaneous giggle burst from both of them. “This is too awkward,” Alec said.

“Uh-huh,” Jared said then smiled. “So, do you wanna kiss me and see if you like

Alec looked up at Jared, his eyes betraying his anxiety.

“Have you ever kissed a guy?” Jared asked.

“Well, you know, yeah.”

“So...”

Alec leaned over and placed his lips to Jared’s. His first tentative kiss sent an

electric jolt through his body. He pulled back and smiled. “That was okay.”

“That was barely a kiss,” Jared said. Jared leaned over, and laying his arm across

Alec, laid down with him as they continued to kiss.”
― Adrian Lilly, The Wolf at His Door

“He glanced at me, his eyes dark. "Would you rather talk about your dream?"
"No."
"Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars. Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you?" He glanced at me. His voice could've melted the clothes off my body. "Were you touching me?”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“We pushed each other to places of aching desperation. And when the stars and moons exploded, lights burst behind my eyelids. Our lives intertwined, indiscernible as mine or his. Tyrrik was mine. And I was his.”
― Raye Wagner, Black Crown