Eiravyne's lips trembled, "Please, don't..d-don't hate me.."
"Hate you," he echoed. The words scraped from his throat like a curse, but his eyes never left hers.
He stared at her too long, too hard.
Urag's lips parted, trembling, his breath ragged. "Oh. .God….Oh God ,"
And then…He just moved.
Too slow, too deliberate, as if he was a predator closing in. Urag rose from the bed with grace..
Eiravyne's body stiffened.
When he reached her,his hands gripped her waist, and he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the edge of the window's stone frame.
"Urag !" Eiravyne was almost shocked.
But he was already guiding her hand, forcing her trembling fingers against his cheek.
His eyes burned, a fevered light in them that made her breath catch.
"Do it again," he said, every word shaking. His lips pressed against her palm, desperate, fevered. "Use it more. On me… on others… whenever you want or please."
