The angel rewarded Carrick with unrestrained moans and gasps for the more gentle touches, back arching towards that touch even though it was so cruelly drawn away as if he were trying to get across that this was the way to him turning to begging and that pain would only shut him down more.
"Keep telling yourself that, my lord Spartan. You haven't seen the way you look at him, like you'd turn him if you could, are so very willing to indulge his whims. Having a lover doesn't stop you from loving more. Love is not a finite resource. And for a man who so fears love, who measures it not in the joy that comes from having it but in the despair when it is gone, you will mourn him longer than you think the day you become spiteful enough to drain him."