Elijah could match her speed, only because he was an Original vampire and while his clothes were removed he did his best with hers. Only losing contact with that enchanting tongue when necessary and coming back to the kiss with renewed hunger the second he was able.

Her name is a soft utterance across his lips as he finds her skin, flush against his own. The reality more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined as his hands sought her hips.

Elijah lifted her into his arms as his breath already came heavy from his chest, each wash of air thick with desire as fingers dug into flesh, not enough to hurt but enough to keep her in place as he tumbled them back into the closed door.

The bed was simply too far right this moment.