"Would you listen if I did?" Elijah asked with a warm smile that spread across his lips suddenly. "You never do what I tell you to do. Maybe I should start using reverse psychology on you instead."

He gave a soft groan as he shifted his gears and drove in faster, like a machine, even thrusts, bang, bang, bang, skin against skin, making noise. "But I can make you," he said with a little bit of a feral grin, still picking up pace, hellbent on fucking the daylights out of Asher. Right now.

"Even a broken clock is right twice a day," he whispered. "Come for me, Ash."