That little smirk was at once satisfying and surprising. It reminded him of Hermes.
He shivered pleasurably as Samandriel's teeth dragged over him, even through fabric, the sensation still sharp and vital. His erection was almost straining against his clothes now.
The angel had an even more talented mouth than Carrick had anticipated; although the hot, deep kisses he had shared with the boy the previous night should have told him already.
One of the vampire's hands curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm as he willed himself to last. He wanted to enjoy this perfect sensation as long as possible.
As his trousers opened, his cock bulged against the confines of his underclothes. He parted his legs further in order to allow Samandriel to slide closer.