Blunt edged nails held tightly to Carrick's shoulders as the vampire drove into him, claimed him just as he'd begged for him to. He moaned loudly even as the thin flesh of his lip split open for him.
He tried to thrust back against him, but Carrick had him too pinned and caged by his body to manage it, drove him too expertly down into the mattress that there was nothing for him to do but gasp and moan and whine as the head of his cock brushed against his stomach and Carrick's cock brushed oh so sensitive places inside him.
The vampire wanted him desperate to come, and Samandriel couldn't even keep track of what language he was begging in from one moment to the next, only that he needed to come, that there were tears of pleasure and pain and desperation tracking down his cheeks and please, please Master.