He let Carrick push him back on the bed and smiled up at him. "Yes..."
Russ lifted his hips so that Carrick could take off his pants. He loved the way the vampire looked at his body. Hungry and wanting. He wasn't a slave and Carrick didn't feed on him to survive. It was purely for pleasure.
"I'm glad you like what you see," he slid his hands into Carrick's shirt. "I miss seeing yours as well." He loved Carrick's body. All lean muscle, cold as marble against his hot skin.