Carrick smiled against the slave's lips as he felt the boy's release. He held tight to Samandriel's hands, keeping the boy's body in place with his own, enjoying every moment that the slave's body trembled and jerked under his own.
When With a viciously dark smile, Carrick caught one of the tears on the tip of his tongue. It held the same salty sweetness as the boy's blood.
He finally released his hold on Samandriel's wrists and drew back to a sitting position. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, wiping away the evidence of Samandriel's release from his fingers, then handing it to the slave.
"Dry your eyes," he said quietly. "And clean yourself up."
The vampire brought a finger to his own lips, pricking the pad with a thumb. A bead of dark, thick blood welled up.