He cried out, carried into ecstasy again by Carrick's orgasm. By the time his love was finished, he was nearly unconscious, but the wound on his neck was already beginning to heal. Slowly, his body was already replacing the blood that Carrick had consumed.
Russell let out a groan when Carrick freed him, his limbs felt heavy and loose and he panted a moment before he could manage an answer. "Amazing," he assured his lover as his eyes closed riding that floating feeling. Feeding Carrick as they made love always gave him the most amazing high.
His eyes opened and he reached up a hand to touch Carrick's cheek. There was some color to it and his skin felt warm. "Love you," he whispered softly and gave Carrick a weak smile and let his eyes close again. Curling his body against Carrick's he slept for a while, regaining his strength.