As the night launched on.
Fey'ha bathed you'na a few times. His fingers would always lingering over her curves.
Fey'ha would whisper to her how much he didn't want the night to end.
Desire kept them together again and again, until the early morning hours finally forced exhaustion over her.
She fell asleep on him, her body warm and heavy, and he lay there for a long while, tracing her hair, feeling the rhythm of her breathing against his chest.
When he finally had to take her home, he didn't want to let her go.
Carrying her carefully, he rubbed his chest as if trying to keep her close to his heart, each step filled with obsessive thoughts and a quiet, aching need.
He couldn't stop imagining her asleep, soft and trusting against him, and the idea of leaving her filled him with an ache he couldn't bear.
By dawn, he brought her back to her villa, through her grandmother's garden with its dew-kissed flowers.
He laid her gently on the bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
His hand lingered, tracing her jaw, her shoulder, the curve of her neck. He wanted to stay.
He needed to stay.
He moved to step away, but her eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep.
She felt the comfortable presence move away.
Her small hand reached out instinctively, catching him, tugging slightly.
"Stay," she whispered, voice soft and pleading.
Her heart ached at the thought of him leaving.
He froze, chest tightening.
Fey'ha hand rubbed against his own heart reflexively as he knelt by her side.
"Gur'fid… You don't understand," he murmured, voice low and husky. "I couldn't even dream of leaving you."
His tone was serious and she felt his heart felt words.
You'na heart skipped a beat at his words.
Her lips curved in a tiny, sleepy smile as she reached toward him.
He wasted no time taking her into his arms. Fey'ha held her tightly and tenderly.
She curled against his chest, like a child seeking warmth and safety, pressing close and refusing to let go.
Fey'ha hugged her back.
His fingers traced over her hair, clutching at the fabric of her shirt as his breathing evened out.
He held her tightly, chest pressing against hers, every nerve screaming that he never wanted to let go.
You'na fell asleep quickly like this.
Every obsessive thought, every possessive heartbeat, every craving to keep her close consumed him, and he let it.
He wanted to let his gur'fid Rest as he knew he did tire her out quite a bit, though he could feel his junior sticking to attention at the thought of having or tasting her again.
For a long, quiet moment, they stayed like that—her asleep on his chest, utterly trusting, and him unable to move, his hands never leaving her, his heart beating only for her.
The world outside faded, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of warmth, need, and unspoken obsession, and for once, neither of them wanted to leave.