My seven sentences are from Night Train To New Orleans, Book 2 in the Night Train series.
Confusion, danger, and passion heat up the reunion of Italian diamond courier Dante Rocco and his former business-rival-turned-lover, the vampire Alexandros Nicolaides. Alex has never wavered in what Dante means to him, but Dante arrives on the night train in New Orleans suddenly unsure of his feelings and the impulsive promise he’d made to leave Italy for America. In the historic richness of the French Quarter, Dante must decide how he really feels about Alex, even as the powerful ruler of the Louisiana vampires complicates their lives, and Giacomo, the vampire who’d tried to murder them in Naples, arrives on the scene to try again.
In this encounter, Dante avoids sex with Alex by falling into a drunken stupor. An aroused Alex lays down beside him.
The blood magic enthralled him, called him…to drink. No one else’s blood tasted like Dante’s. No other human intrigued him as much.
Alex moved closer, spooning with the curve of his lover’s body. It would be wrong to sink his fangs into that neck unless Dante knew of it, but Alex’s aching cock and marbled sac demanded release and almost leaped into his hand as it found them. Pleasure absorbed him as he toyed with himself, then seriously stroked, kneaded and pulled until his body sang with sensation and he knew he was close to the zenith of all he could feel. Only then did he lean over and sink one fang carefully into Dante’s earlobe and sip.
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