The vampire's hands tightened slightly on Samandriel's shoulders, now caressing the scar at the nape of his neck.
His lips ghosted over the pale skin of Samandriel's ear, cold undead breath fanning over the warm, living flesh.
"When you kneel at my feet, you'll know it's your true place. When you spread yourself for me and I thrust my cock into you, you'll hold me as tightly as you're holding that bottle. You know it. You'll submit to me in every way you can imagine. You'll be conquered, and you'll beg for more."