Recim had shown Hank the door to Drake's bedroom. Not only did Hank dare to take whatever this was to the next level, he wanted it more than anything at the moment, even if he came to regret it later. He raised his hand to knock when the door swung open.
Only no one stood behind it.
He crossed the threshold, searching for Drake. The room differed greatly from the cobweb-creepy décor of the dining room. The homey feel of the room made him question what had happened below.
"Did you think being a vampire means we don't enjoy the comforts life offers?" Drake asked. "The dining room is a movie set. We are, after all, filming. All of this has been set in motion because of you. Vampires ordinarily shy away from doing vampire movies since the public perception is much different from the reality."
"Why did it have to be a vampire movie? Couldn't it have been anything?"
"True enough, just a personal choice. My clan thought I'd lost it. They didn't like or appreciate the affection I'd formed for you."
"Who knew I could be a bad influence on a vampire?"
"You want to fuck me. It's hardly original. Your constant obsession about fucking me is what landed you here. I could take only so much when you fantasize both day and night."
"Will you then?" Hank asked. "Will you fuck me like in my dreams?"
"Even though I know I'll grow to regret it, I want to make love to you. After what happened below, I don't want it to be just about fucking."
"And I'm never going to remember this, right?"
"You won't remember. But I sure as hell will." Drake groaned and sliced his fingers through his close-cut dark hair, an almost nervous gesture. Movie star versus vampire--who was more nervous about this?
Hank moved farther into the room and heard the door snick shut behind him. A rush of heat washed over him. "I'm going to regret not remembering this, I believe."
"And I'll regret my perfect memory. A vampire's memory is better than any movie, since all the senses are involved, and each moment is recorded with precise accuracy."
Drake dropped his robe. He was so much more beautiful than he had been when downstairs with everyone looking on, and Hank couldn't help staring at him. The moment, suspended in time, filled Hank with a sense of peace, the last thing he'd expected right then.
The vampire joined him in what seemed like the blink of an eye and took him into his strong, sinewy arms. "I hoped you'd come. Pun intended. Since I don't allow myself this freedom often, I intend to make the most of it."
Drake's lips descended upon his and ignited a fire. Even sated, a sense of urgency took over, whipping Hank's need into a frenzy. This was something he'd never experienced with a woman. Never. Not even close.
Could he live without it?
Did he want to?