Carrick's mouth found Samandriel's throat again, but this time not biting, only pressing a line of brutally hungry kisses up the white skin before meeting the slave's mouth once more.
His fingers inside Samandriel's body slowed again, this time deliberately angling to search for the most sensitive spots inside him.
Carrick could tell Samandrel was drifting away from him, retreating into an interior world where his body could be abused but his mind could not be touched. That would not do. Not at all.
His voice was soft and almost throbbing.
"Your Master is a child. He hasn't seen the things we have. The centuries, the civilizations, the world as it was then. He can't comprehend it. What can you have in common with him?"