Carrick's gaze was merciless and utterly cold as he looked down at the slave kneeling in submission before him.
With the speed and strength of all his kind, he took hold of Samandriel, roughly yanking him up off his knees and forcing him down over the table, bent at the waist so that his chest was pressed against the polished wood. Carrick leaned over him, his chest pressed to the angel's back, his hands sliding down Samandriel's body with a firm, covetous grip.
"I could fuck you right here," he growled against the back of the boy's neck. "Fuck you so hard that you scream."