Carrick laughed softly, then moaned a little with need. He was holding himself back as long as he could, the pleasure of the fantasy too great to be over quickly.
"Then I'd fight you; claws and fangs. I'd try to rip into your throat... but this time I don't think I'd want to win. I'd want you to feel your nails shredding my back before you flipped me over and fucked me hard."
Carrick was on the very edge of release now, hands trembling and every one of his lean muscles drawn tight as a bowstring.