"No, no fun at all," Elijah groans as he feels the brief, wet slide of her tongue against his tip, the sensation sending a shiver right up through him. His tongue and finger begin to work in time on her, one sliding inside of her, the other flicking against her most sensitive bundle of nerves. All the while, he savors the taste of Rebekah like fine wine on his lips.

He pauses in his movements to speak, lips against her flesh again. "I want to make you come," Elijah tells her, then resumes.