The hours melted away .
There was no longer any need for words, or teasing, or armor of any kind.
Urag enveloped her completely.
He kissed her everywhere, tracing the shell of her ear, the curve of her jaw, the knuckles of her hands, and the crown of her head with a slow, worshipful reverence that felt like a quiet prayer.
He pulled her into his arms, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, tangling his limbs with hers until they were inseparable.
He draped his heavy, comforting weight over her, letting her feel the solid, steady thrum of his life against hers, before lifting her to rest softly on top of him, letting her feel the rise and fall of his chest like a slow tide.
He shifted through every position that brought them closer, every angle that let him brand her with his warmth.
And Eiravyne simply melted. Every defense dissolved, leaving her entirely open, letting him dive deep into the quietest, softest corners of her soul where no one else had ever been allowed to go.
