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The growl turned into a deep groan, deep enough to rattle Peter’s bones.
Draven didn’t stop driving into Peter, the cum smoothing the way until Peter could hear the slick, obscene sounds. Until Draven buried himself to the hilt one last time.
“Mine!”
Chapter 8
Peter didn’t know how long they lay there in the coffin, catching his breath.
Draven barely breathed, giving up the pretense of life while he recovered.
They lay side by side, Peter cradled in Draven’s arms.
His dick was soft now. Completely spent.
Draven’s however… it was still hard. Still inside him. Draven’s arm around Peter’s waist sealing them together like Draven couldn’t bring himself to separate them quite yet.
Good. Peter didn’t want to let Draven go either.
He was still shaking, body oversensitive. Any time he shifted and was reminded of the cock in his ass, another wave of shiverscascaded down his body. Any time Draven gently kissed the back of his neck, he arched his ass back against the cock.
It was a cycle that could quickly turn to more… if he hadn't already come twice.
That didn’t mean he wanted to stop.
There was only one thing missing, to make the night complete. He knew Draven wanted to. The bruises up and down his neck proved it.
“Why don’t you-” Peter slurred, “I'm ready.”
Draven sighed.
“It’s dangerous.”
“I trust you.”
Peter could feel Draven’s laugh through the cock inside him.
“I don’t,” Draven said. “From the moment I tasted your blood, I knew I’d struggle to hold back, if I ever had you. It’s why I never trusted myself enough to take you up on your obvious overtures.”
Oh good. Peter hadn’t been fucking up the whole time. Draven had been the one keeping them apart.
“But you drink so much of my blood already. It’s gotta be fine, right?”
“Are you forgetting how much I still have to distract you when I draw blood with a needle?”
“But this is the perfect distraction.” Peter clenched his ass.
“Careful, I wasn’t joking when I said I could fuck you all night in my coffin.”
“Oh yes, please.”
“So insatiable.” Draven nosed the back of Peter’s neck. “What have I unleashed in you?”
“I’m safe with you,” Peter said. “I know I am. You’ve always taken good care of me. You listened to me. You helped me! If I'm different, it’s because you’re safe.”
What kind of post-nut clarity had him spilling his guts like this?
Draven gripped Peter tight and without further fanfare, rolled them so Peter was on the bottom, face down on the soft fabric of the coffin.
