Carrick watched hungrily as the boy abandoned himself to his climax, the pale skin flushing deep and the young muscles drawing taut as his body jerked and shook with the intensity of his pleasure.
Once the slave's heart was no longer hammering and he had relaxed back into his chains, the vampire stepped forward and unfastened the cuffs at his ankles and wrists, rubbing Emrys' wrists softly to counter any loss of circulation.
"Your master is a lucky man," he said quietly. "You are... exquisite."