In the back of his awareness, Russell knew he wasn't entirely in his right mind at the moment. He knew he should stop. An inner voice was screaming that he was out of his fucking mind. But Russell wasn't listening.
Russ felt like he was burning up. Then the Spartan vampire was responding and there was no way he could stop. He was drowning. The vampire's cool skin felt good against his own. When their lips parted, he should apologize for being inappropriate. But he couldn't stop. He groped the vampire kissing him relentlessly.