Asher plans to drive every thought from Nathaniel's mind, everything but the feel of their bodies together, his mouth, his hands, on his lover's body. He cannot make Anita accept them, but he can help Nathaniel to forget.

He bows his head, sucking and nipping at Nathaniel's smooth, pale chest, his fangs gently scraping the skin as Asher twists his finger, inching slowly deeper, determined to drive Nathaniel out of his mind with pleasure.