His breath catches with each cut, each swipe of Asher's tongue.
No, Gabriel was never so gentle in his pain. As much as he'd loved Gabriel, what they had done together, what Nathaniel had been taught through those endless nights, it had never been like this. It never could have been. It is like comparing a pre-schooler's finger paintings with a polished, classical artist's work. Night and day.
Nathaniel is not stupid. He will never be stupid. The wereleopard knows what Asher does in these moments, what he does when they simply make love quietly, slowly. It is a relearning of intimacy, of trust, of pain, of pleasure.
Asher will find his weaknesses, what makes him weep, beg, shudder, arch for his vampire, and he will carefully tend them instead of exploiting them.
A shuddering breath leaves Nathaniel's lips as he tilts his head back, offering his throat. "I had control until I met you," he whispers.
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No, Gabriel was never so gentle in his pain. As much as he'd loved Gabriel, what they had done together, what Nathaniel had been taught through those endless nights, it had never been like this. It never could have been. It is like comparing a pre-schooler's finger paintings with a polished, classical artist's work. Night and day.
Nathaniel is not stupid. He will never be stupid. The wereleopard knows what Asher does in these moments, what he does when they simply make love quietly, slowly. It is a relearning of intimacy, of trust, of pain, of pleasure.
Asher will find his weaknesses, what makes him weep, beg, shudder, arch for his vampire, and he will carefully tend them instead of exploiting them.
A shuddering breath leaves Nathaniel's lips as he tilts his head back, offering his throat. "I had control until I met you," he whispers.