The abandonment in Samandriel's face and the cry of release was enough to bring Carrick's own climax so close that he could not hold on. Gripping the angel's body tightly enough to bruise, the vampire came hard, spilling his seed deep within Samndriel's body and shuddering with the force of his climax.
"Eremenos," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
He let go of Samandriel's thighs and let himself settle down atop the younger man, still inside him. He closed his eyes for a moment. The world was spinning.