Free Deep Deception by Z.A. Maxfield

soon they were naked, skin-to-skin, and tumbling into the narrow bed together. “And you’re magnificent.”
    Donte loomed over Adin, who lay on his back against the pillows and smiled up at him like he was a god. “No, you are. Mio meraviglioso amore. Il mio cuore è per te, caro. Per sempre. ” My heart belongs to you for always .
    “ Tu sei la mia vita, Donte, la mia anima.” You are my life, my soul. Adin felt his face heat. “Which is ironic really, given that you’re undead, but there you have it.” His lips curved in a smile of welcome, and Donte hungrily found them with his own.
    Adin drowned in all the things his senses told him. Donte’s skin was soft, velvety, and cool beneath his fingertips and where it pressed against his own. He smelled like cigars and croissants and coffee and tasted of lime and some elusive Middle-Eastern spice, cardamom maybe, but savory. Like a cardamom pod and onions and the bittersweet peel of oranges.
    “Donte,” Adin whispered, “ lover .”
    Donte lifted Adin’s leg, nudging and bumping him until Adin could feel Donte’s cock gliding along in its own slickness over his perineum.
    Adin’s eyes closed. “ Oh .”
    “Must I beg?” Donte asked, but Adin could see he was teasing. “Must I ask permission to enter, as if I were a vampire standing in the doorway of your home?”
    Adin felt around over his shoulder and was only a little frustrated by the fastening on his case. He pulled out a bottle of lube and Donte pursed his lips.
    “If I believed you packed this just for your trip to Paris, I’d be concerned.”
    Adin nipped at Donte’s chin while Donte slid a slick finger around his puckered entry to prepare him. “I knew eventually you would lose interest in even that most exciting of all undead pastimes—gazing into the dark by yourself—and come to me.”
    Donte sank into Adin with a sigh they passed between them through kisses and the soft sounds of pain and pleasure. For Adin, the challenge was always how to get closer to Donte, how to be absorbed into Donte’s skin, so he wrapped himself around Donte’s body and hung on, lurching into a kiss. Hands grasped his ass as Donte’s feet found traction, allowing him to drive into Adin again and again.
    After a time, Donte’s strokes were so fast and short and hard that Adin could barely breathe around the panting half breaths of air forced out of him. He hardly had time to drag air back into his lungs while Donte drilled and held him, punished and cherished him all at once. His head spun. He wondered how he’d ever thought he could live without it—even for a short time.
    “Ah, Donte . ”
    Low, throaty groans signaled Donte was on the edge of release, and Adin waited with him on the precipice, his heartbeat thundering, his nerves thrumming eagerly.
    “ Donte .” The world tilted and slipped and slid away from Adin, as if Donte rose into the air with him in his arms, taking flight, into perfect, heartbreaking, starry black skies. Adin’s cry was both strangled by emotion and smothered by Donte’s mouth, which captured his surprised gasp as his heart seemed to burst from his chest.
    “ Voglio restare per sempre con te, caro, almeno puoi pensarci?”
    I want to be with you forever, will you think about it ? Adin squeezed his eyes shut and clung.
    Adin woke briefly to see Donte slip out of their room. He didn’t need the windows of the room unobstructed to know that it was night. Donte hadn’t fed from him since the day before, and he was no doubt going out to find sustenance. Adin rolled over, content to rest, to let the languor of their lovemaking and his sorrow at their inability to find common ground with regard to immortality, drag him back for some much-needed sleep.
    Safe in his lover’s arms, Adin dreamed of his father.
    “I never could understand why these numbskulls swim here at this time of day,” Adin’s father said as he set up the tripod. “Think we’ll get lucky?”
    “This fog should