Carrick swallowed down the delicious, sweet nectar of the boy's blood, thrilling to the way that the young body beneath his arched up against him.
Having no clue that the slave was pretending he lay in his Master's arms, he pushed a hand behind Samandriel's back, lifting him slightly so that their bodies lay tightly against each other. The vampire raised his head slightly at the sound of Samandriel's moan of pleasure, He gave a dark, horrible smile, lips still crimson with blood. "You like that, slave?"
He eased a hand down Samandriel's body in a slow, meandering caress, dipping inside his clothes once more and taking the slave's erection in his hand. He began to stroke it lightly, then dipped his head once more to lap up the last streams of blood that ran from the wound in the slave's neck. His own hips began to pulse slowly against Samandriel's own, increasing the friction on the boy's cock.