Samandriel moaned first as Carrick spoke, pulling some against his bindings for want of touching that body properly. The vampire had to know how beautiful he was. That was something he couldn't have forgotten in all this time.
He watched as Carrick opened the box, giving him the second of the things on his list almost immediately as he gasped and swore that there was no way he couldn't have gotten any harder despite his body proving otherwise.
He tipped his head back for the one Carrick chose, mind flashing every so briefly to a brother Carrick occasionally reminded him of, all fierce eyes and wrath. A shiver ran briefly through him, and he couldn't help but groan as the blade slid downward.