Although Samandriel's bite managed to break the skin of Carrick's lips, the wounds closed almost instantly - though not before thick dark blood had welled between their joined mouths.
The slave's next words did not tug at him anywhere near as intensely as had his earlier truths. They were the same kind of condemnations he had heard a thousand times from slaves who had fought his advances.
"Enough of you? No. Not when I can feel you trembling as you try to will your arousal away."
He withdrew his finger almost completely then thrust it forwards again, hard.