He can hardly deny such a request.

Kissing Asher again, Nathaniel does as Asher asks, his hips slamming home with much more force and speed. It pulls a sound somewhere between a moan and a mewl from his throat. He leaves Asher's mouth and buries his face against his vampire's throat, panting softly against the flesh there as he loses himself to the rhythm and feel of their bodies moving together.