124 Not Goodbye

ETAN

He'd been so prepared, so ready for this. He knew it was needed, and he'd been thinking about their return from the moment he'd known they'd be alone together for two days. He'd known it would be difficult, but he hadn't anticipated the screaming in his head, the steel bands wrapping his chest at the idea of letting her walk into this lion's den without him.

He hadn't anticipated how terrified he'd feel, not that she would be killed, but that somehow she'd be taken from him, even though no one knew. Yet. 

Etan swallowed and delved her mouth with his tongue. She made a small noise in her throat that made his body clench. He couldn't take her now. He couldn't. She was sore from last night, and they had mere minutes—then Ayleth's hand slid up his inner thigh to cup him through his trousers and he almost bit his own tongue.