"I have no doubt that you can," Elijah said with a moan, kissing him back hungrily. He shifted as urged, rolling on to his back with ease and teasingly wrapped a leg around him to arch up against him.

The whisper made his eyes flutter closed, need running riot through him at everything it invoked. "Then you should get on with it," he said on another moan. The torture of his touches was almost too much, pleasure rippling over him in waves.