Terrified that Urag would see straight through her, Eiravyne surged forward, closing the thin space between them before he could read the guilt and panic in her eyes.
She buried her face into the side of his throat, her lips pressing an urgent desperate kiss on the warm line of his neck.
The moment her mouth hit his skin, a violent, uncontrollable shudder tore through Urag's entire frame.
Her touch didn't soothe him; it sent a jolt of pure lightning straight down his spine.
He was shaking, shaking violently because of her, because of the terrifying, unhinged intimacy she was pouring over him like fuel on a fire.
She had never acted this way.
The overload was too much.
With a sudden, violent burst of instinct, Urag placed his large hands against her shoulders and pushed her back.
It wasn't out of anger, but sheer, suffocating panic.
"No..wait..Eiravyne, stop…I can't…" he choked out, his voice a sharp, terrified rasp that broke completely in his throat.
