Despite the fact he just wants to slam his body down, Nathaniel is controlled as he sits in Asher's lap. Every sound is devoured by Asher, and Nathaniel's hands tighten in his vampire's hair. He practically sobs when his backside rests against Asher's thighs.

"How did it become so important?" he whispers into Asher's mouth, shifting, feeling Asher slip a little deeper. "When did it become everything?"