Come splattered over his chest as his blood gushed into Carrick's mouth. Russell's entire body strained against the ropes, writhing in pain and pleasure. He loved this. The feeling Carrick feeding on him as he came was addictive. Time seemed to stand still. His life pouring into Carrick. He could feel his heartbeat slowing, his muscles relaxing against the ropes. Their dark pleasures would kill a mortal man, but Russell knew that it would only be a few minutes before he regained his strength. For now, he was happy to ride out the afterglow, closing his eyes.