Nathaniel stares, watching, panting. He shivers at the wet warmth he feels within him, but he doesn't move his hands from above his head. He does tilt his head enough to kiss the inside of his vampire's wrist, though his eyes never leave Asher's.

As the heat of pleasure begins to cool, his eyes slowly bleed from cat-like gray back to lilac. His chest tightens, fills with so much love for Asher, but what words he would whisper are caught in his throat. But they are there in his eyes, as clear as day, for Asher to see.

Nathaniel withholds nothing from his vampire, giving him everything he possibly can.