Carrick gave a small, cruel smile as Samandriel described his Fall. "Here in the New World they would call you an Angel," he offered. "A messenger and servant of their single God." His fingers cupped the back of Samandriel's head again drawing him closer. "But He is not my God."
It took little strength on Carrick's part to lean forwards and force Samandriel to drop the arm that tried to push him away.
"An earthbound Holding the slave's head in place. Carrick covered Samandriel's mouth with his own in a possessive, hungry kiss. It was devoid of tenderness or even of true desire - it was a gesture of dominance and aggression, his tongue pressing deep between the boy's lips, demanding submission.
Carrick could almost taste the boy's arousal. He smelled it in the air, felt it in the tightness of his body and the darkness of his eyes. Without breaking the kiss. he slid one hand down the slave's chest and stomach to his groin, delighted to find an erection already there under the thin material of the shorts.