Carrick's fingers pressed a little harder against Karena's clitoris, caressing her more demandingly, feeling her body tremble under his hands. He raised his head for a slow, deep kiss. Her mouth was as soft as he remembered it. "I've missed this," he murmured, somewhat hoarsely.
Slowly and decisively, he kissed his way back down Karena's body until he came to her parted legs. His fangs grazed over the soft crease of skin at the top of her thigh for a long moment, sensing the blood beneath. But there would be time for that later. For now, he wanted to taste her and pleasure her and put an end to all the years of separation between them.
With infinite slowness, he allowed his tongue to drag over her clitoris, shivering as he tasted her sex. His eyes closing, he pressed slow kisses all over her sex, his mouth and tongue caressing her and losing himself in the taste and scent of her.