"Eiravyne…" His voice broke in a way she had never heard, rough, unsteady, almost gasping.
He shifted close, too close, his breath trembling against her cheek as his hands hovered uselessly for a moment, like he was afraid to touch her but even more afraid not to.
Then suddenly, he cupped her wrist gently, reverently, and lifted it .
"You're scared," he whispered, voice shaking, "I can feel it..gods, I can feel it."
Before she could answer, he bowed his head and pressed his lips to her pulse, right at the soft place where her heartbeat hammered against his mouth.
The kiss wasn't steady.
It wasn't calm.
It was trembling, desperate .
Her pulse jumped violently beneath his lips, and he shuddered.
"I'm not ..oh god ..oh ..god " His voice shook against her skin. "I'm not trying to frighten you, I swear, I swear…just..j-just talk to me. Please."
Another quick, shaky kiss against her pulse.
