Carrick's fingers splayed out, his hands buried completely in the downy feathers, his head turning to one side to feel them against his face.
For an instant,he felt as nervous as a bride when he felt the tip of Samandriel's erection, but the gentleness of both the kiss and the expression in Samandriel's eyes soothed him.
Normally, Carrick would have dragged his partner down hard on top of him, wrapping his legs around the other man's waist and demanding to be take brutally hard, with no concessions to tenderness, but to do so now seemed utterly wrong. The angel was making love to him in a way that few men had.
He gave a low, sot moan and lifted his legs further, allowing the angel to slide inside him. He met Samandriel's gaze, his lips working soundlessly as he felt himself being filled with infinite tenderness. "Yes," he whispered.