That was all the angel needed. He let himself settle for a moment utterly surrounded in a way he'd never been of his own volition before. His forehead pressed to Carrick's as he whispered the man's human name over and over again like a prayer.
His hips started to roll against Carrick's less taking him and more giving even now as his still slick hand slid around the vampire's cock, stroking him in easy time with his thrusts. He wasn't going to speed up much more than this. Let Carrick be brought off not by battle but by so much other intensity as Samandriel murmured praises and endearments in a tongue known to only himself and the vampire.