Clearly Carrick heard what he wanted to and not what Samandriel was actually saying. The angel had no choice to show him how very well he could behave. It didn't matter that the fabric of the coverlet beneath them seemed to make his legs and ass sting even more. He could block that out as he arched up towards Carrick and kissed him back. One hand slid into dark hair while the other slid down his side.
He met Carrick as a lover and not a conqueror. There was no need for him to doubt that Samandriel had submitted and would continue to. If he hadn't, he'd still be laying there unresponsive and fighting. His leg slid up the cool length of Carrick's own, his hips rolling experimentally as though somehow Carrick had forgotten how hard and aching he was for the vampire.
"Please," he gasped desperately when he was finally allowed to draw breath again. "Please, I need you."