Carrick's voice was an unearthly hiss as his fangs pressed harder against Samandriel's throat. "Submit to me, boy. Why keep fighting? You can't stand against me. This body is so fragile, so soft... it was made for surrender." He lifted his head enough to look Smandriel in the eyes. "Just as mine was made to conquer."
He pressed his mouth down over Samandriel's in a ravenous, demanding kiss, forcing his tongue between the boy's lips. The hand that was not in the slave's hair moved down the pale body with until it took Samandriel's sex in a firm grip.