Erik's head tips back in her grip as he gives himself over to the sensation of her fingers raking his hair. The heat of her mouth on his jaw, spreading kisses down his neck, makes him shudder in delight while the hairs on his body all stand at attention.

His hair is not the only part of him standing at attention. His cock throbs against her, as if in objection to her promise of a slow build. Patience, he cautions himself. He's the one who asked for this, after all.

"I'm already going weak in your arms, Fever. You're going to melt me into a puddle." He's going to enjoy every minute of it. He already is.