As soon as Russell lifted his head, Carrick's hands tangled in his hair and pulled him down for a fierce, deep kiss, his mouth almost desperate as he met Russell's every thrust. Russell was fucking him hard enough to have torn and bruised the flesh of a mortal man, but Carrick could take it. More than that, he loved every second.
By the time the kiss finally broke, his fangs had lengthened. To share each other's blood was the height of shared pleasure for vampires; the closest and most intimate act in existence. He wanted to share that experience with Russell.
His own head still thrown back, he pushed away a strand of dark hair from Russ; throat, seeing the vein pulsing beneath the skin. His mouth opened and his tongue dragged over the tanned skin.