Carrick breathed out slowly as he felt Karena's fangs prick his bottom lip. His mouth opened to allow her to lap up the bead of blood that welled, and he shivered a little at the sensation of her tongue probing the tiny wound before it closed.
The elder vampire's mouth moved downwards in a series of long, slow kisses - not so much teasing as savouring the taste and scent of the body he had been able to pleasure for decades. His hands roamed over Karena's skin, moving downwards to part her legs and caress the soft skin of her inner thighs.
His fingertips traced over the moist, rosy slit between her legs before parting the folds of her labia and stroking her most intimate flesh, slowly at first and then harder as he sought to rub her clitoris.