"I've never even tried to find better than you, my darling." If nothing else, those comparisons seemed worthless anyhow. But even so, what was there sweeter than a mortal's devotion? Other than maybe a powerful mortal's obsessive devotion, that might be even better. Kian stripped down as quickly as he could with help from Taliesin. Or, really, he was trying to get his clothes off before Taliesin could rip them off instead.

Then there they were. No need to be delicate, Kian was a vampire and Taliesin clearly had little room for being delicate in his life right now. It wasn't long before they were fucking and, in their case, fucking really was the smaller part of what was going on. Soon enough he was on top of Taliesin and he let his fangs sink into his throat. He drank eagerly, greedily, eyes closed as everything he tasted, felt and wanted became Taliesin.