Carrick's legs clamped tightly around Russ' waist, holding his lover's body down on his as the deep, brutal thrusts continued
The vampire's eyes were dark with desire as he kissed the hot skin of Russ' throat, then looked into the heated depths of his lover's eyes, seeing both the trust as the hunger. His mouth fastened hard on Russ; throat, the skin breaking easily under his bite, flooding him with sensation. He felt their connection at every point of their bodies, and deeper still as blood flowed between them, mingling and mixing in their veins.
Carrick drew draught after draught of Russell's life essence, an ecstasy he had not felt in years consuming him. His predator instinct told him to keep going, to drain his lover until he was a dry husk, but Carrick' long centuries on he earth had taught him a rare form of self-control. He wrenched his teeth free of his lover's throat and fell back against he pillow, gasping. "So close, Russell. I'm going to come so hard..."