Alexei's fingers traced the path over the muscular build, sculpted like a perfect model.
There was not the slightest flaw in Elijah. The tousled black hair, his hazy gray eyes, the delicate lines of his sexily lean body... Alexei had never seen anyone who could look so perfect.
"Wait," Elijah grasped the wrist, trying to stop Alexei from reaching down. "I... I don't have anything."
Those simple words were enough to make his face burn hot.
Desire was frankly something very trivial to Elijah. To him, it was no different than eating 'meat'.
Some liked it cooked in a certain way, while others could easily survive on fruits, never touching the flesh in their entire life.
He belonged to the latter group.
To him, it didn't matter what kind of fruits he was surviving on. As long as they could keep him alive, that was enough.
However, Alexei was clearly the former. He was not only fond of 'meat', but also had various ways of preparing it.
