Carrick's head swum as the hot, rich life energy sped through his cold undead veins, nourishing and warming every part of him. He gasped against his lover's throat, pure pleasure overtaking him as he continued to thrust hard into his lover's body even as he continued to gulp down the hot stream from Russell's throat. His fangs withdrew, then sank into willing flesh once more as he found his own completion, his cry stifled against Russ' throat.
Carrick trembled as the aftershocks of his climax continued to send spasms through him. When he finally raised his head, his body felt languorous and utterly sated. He curled himself against the other man for a moment, closing his eyes, before summoning what felt like all his energy to come out of his dreamlike haze and unfasten the ropes from the bedposts, freeing Russell's wrists and ankles. "How do you feel?" he asked softly, beginning to lightly massage Russell's wrists, where red marks showed in the places he had pulled against his bonds.