Carrick's hips thrust forwards hard, again and again, filling his slave completely. He gasped as Adelice tightened around him, the sensation of bring gripped by her body making him shiver.
He let go of the slim wrists and reached down to his slave's thighs, pushing them back against her chest in order to give him even deeper access to her body. His forceful thrusts grew ever harder and deeper, and he grabbed hold of the slave' hips, pulling her forward as he impaled her again and again.
Both his bodily lust and his bloodlust were rising. A reddish gleam came into the vampire's eyes and his fang teeth flicked out, as sharp and gleaming as knives.
Without warning, he withdrew from Adelice's body and pushed her roughly onto her stomach, his hands grabbing hard at her hip bones and dragging her back towards him, the change of position giving him a new and wonderful sensation as he plunged inside his slave's tight, willing body once more. He knew that the snapping of his hips against her reddened, bruised ass would bring a fresh pain to the slave's body. He wanted to make her writhe and moan and beg.
The vampire leaned forwards, chest pressing to the slave's back, and his lips fastened on the smooth skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
"Are you close, slave? I want to feel you come... feel you tighten around me and erupt in pleasure as I sink my teeth into you."