It still felt so strange to be called by this new and yet ancient name. Carrick had used so many names throughout his thousands of years on earth that they meant little to him - he used and discarded them like suits of clothes. On the tongue of this angel, the name felt like a prayer.
He returned the kiss m, his tongue sliding gently into the angel's mouth. There was none of the hunger and dominance that he had shown over the course of the last 24 hours, only a soft intimacy, a yearning for connection with the lovely and ancient creature who held him so close.
"Don't tell anyone else my name," he whispered. "Let it be just for you."