Carrick eagerly returned the kiss, his hand tangling in Rafe's hair and forcing him to keep his head in place as Russell thrust his hips forwards.
"He wants to be used," Carrick murmured, his lips now moving over Russ jaw and throat. "Wants to be mastered. Give your slave what he longs for, Russell. Take your pleasure with him."
The vampire stepped away and half-reclined on the bed, sitting up against the head of the bed with one leg folded under him. He began to stroke his cock, bringing it to full hardness. The slave's lips looked so warm and soft. He wanted to feel them on him.