Urag finally lifted his lips from her skin, breaking the hypnotic trail of kisses, and rested his forehead lightly on her shoulder.
The tension in his body slowly softened,
though the quiet weight of him was still intense against her.
Eiravyne's hands moved gently to his pale, silken hair, brushing it softly through her fingers.
"You… you were all worked up ," she murmured.
He nuzzled closer into her, inhaling her scent like it grounded him, a hoarse whisper left his lips.
"Sweetest… you've ruined me entirely," he said, voice thick with emotion. "You… you should take responsibility for this. For ruining the Duke… the King's sorcerer… your… your Urag… this way. Completely… utterly…"
His words trailed off into a soft hum as he pressed closer, as if he could dissolve into her presence entirely.
"I… I'm sorry?" she murmured, unsure why she felt the need to apologize.
Urag shifted slightly, nuzzling closer into her shoulder, a low, almost amused hum vibrating from his chest.
