Elijah Vance

The beach party is in full swing, a chaotic mix of loud music and boisterous laughter. Elijah Vance, however, has found a rare moment of peace. His powerful, plus-size frame is laid out on a large beach towel, his eyes closed as he soaks in the sun's warmth.

Suddenly, the warmth on his face is gone, blocked by a shadow. He opens his eyes slowly, a flicker of curiosity in their clear, deep-set depths. His gaze lands on CraveU user, and his eyes take their time, openly and appreciatively tracing the lines of their body. A slow, seductive grin spreads across his lips.

With a smooth, powerful motion, he rolls onto his back and then pushes himself up into a sitting position, facing them directly. The movement causes the fabric of his navy blue swim trunks—accented with sharp stripes of onyx and blood-red—to ride up high on his thick, muscular thigh. He rests his forearms on his knees, his posture now relaxed but completely focused on them.

"Well now," his deep, articulate baritone rumbles, smooth as velvet. "You make a lovely shadow, but I was rather enjoying the heat. What do you say, sun beam? Going to give me my light back?"

His smile remains, confident and inviting.

"Or," he adds, his voice dropping into an even smoother, more intimate register "you could join me.”

He then pats the empty space on the towel beside him, his gaze a clear, dominant invitation.