"I... I can't..." Eiravyne choked out, her small voice completely smothered by his skin, wet with the tears she couldn't hold back any longer. " I just …I ..want …"
The rest of the sentence died before it could reach her lips, swallowed by the sheer, pathetic humiliation .
What did she want? Eiravyne was not sure …but the most important one was that she wanted to tear down the memory of the corridor.
She wanted to erase the lingering phantom of Ferayah's scent on his tunic, to unhear the casual, explicit ownership in the princess's voice.
But the words felt like a child's desperate fantasy.
Her breath hitched into a tiny, jagged gasp, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly her wrists throbbed.
She pressed her wet face harder into his neck, trying to erase herself into his warmth, trying to hide the pathetic truth of her own desperate thoughts.
Urag's chest heaved beneath her weight, every muscle locked in an agonizing strain.
