The touch of Vanyel's hand almost suprised him enough to break away. He didn't know when this had escalated so far out of his control, or why he wanted so desperately to continue. He caught Vanyel's lower lip in his mouth and bit down on it gently. He felt...almost intoxicated, like he wasn't completely in control of himself. The touch of Vanyel's hand under his shirt was tempting but...

Suddenly he couldn't get the image of Midnighter out of his head. For every kiss he shared with Vanyel, he remember one between his husband and he and suddenly he broke away from Vanyel and his touch. He put a small distance between them so he could put a thought together. "I'm sorry. We...I...can't do this."