Dark eyes gazed down at him, a cool hand covering the one that was clutching so feverishly at the front of the Graf’s shirt.
“You need only ask, William.”
His tongue stuttering along his lips, Spike inhaled rapid breaths. “S’okay...” he managed to say, then arched with a cry that was part heated pain and part unfettered desire. “Oh God...”
“I can wait for eternity, William,” von Krolock’s voice’s was like aural silk, low, deep and warm, as sensual and teasing as the invisible caress granted by his blood. “I can and I do and I will, if I must.”
“No...” the young vampire whimpered.
Von Krolock laughed softly. “I have played this game far longer than you can begin to imagine, William,” he murmured, drawing his hand down Spike’s arm and splaying it on his chest. “I could make this last forever.”
Biting his lip until blood came, Spike could feel himself teetering on the brink of climax. He was so damnably close, but that was as close as he was going to get. he could tell by the way the Graf’s fingers were teasing across his ribs, by the fire raging in his blood, by the shudders shaking him.
“Please...” he whispered, eyes squeezed closed against the thought of such desperation.
“Pardon, William?”
“I said please!” he exclaimed, unable to silence the ringing cry of satisfaction as von Krolock’s hand pressed flat to his chest and pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt crashed in on him in wave after dizzying wave.
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“You need only ask, William.”
His tongue stuttering along his lips, Spike inhaled rapid breaths. “S’okay...” he managed to say, then arched with a cry that was part heated pain and part unfettered desire. “Oh God...”
“I can wait for eternity, William,” von Krolock’s voice’s was like aural silk, low, deep and warm, as sensual and teasing as the invisible caress granted by his blood. “I can and I do and I will, if I must.”
“No...” the young vampire whimpered.
Von Krolock laughed softly. “I have played this game far longer than you can begin to imagine, William,” he murmured, drawing his hand down Spike’s arm and splaying it on his chest. “I could make this last forever.”
Biting his lip until blood came, Spike could feel himself teetering on the brink of climax. He was so damnably close, but that was as close as he was going to get. he could tell by the way the Graf’s fingers were teasing across his ribs, by the fire raging in his blood, by the shudders shaking him.
“Please...” he whispered, eyes squeezed closed against the thought of such desperation.
“Pardon, William?”
“I said please!” he exclaimed, unable to silence the ringing cry of satisfaction as von Krolock’s hand pressed flat to his chest and pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt crashed in on him in wave after dizzying wave.