It stung, the pain blossoming through her throat and chest, and she writhed beneath Kell's weight. Her breath caught and her heart stammered, her fingers closing down tightly over Kell. Yes, yes-- It slipped out before she could stop it, and when he released his grip over her skin, she pressed her face against his hair, against the side of his head, and nuzzled him.

Kell pressed against her hands and moved towards her, urging for more. And she gave it to him, that stoked flame at her fingers, nails dragging over his shoulders.

Neria caught his gaze and held it as his fingers roamed down her body, parting her tunic with terrible ease. Touched her with his magic in a way no one had before, and she practically sank back into his cushions, her body pressing up into his hand with a faint sound that was between groan and whine.

And to that little quip, that Neria could not break Kell--

Her fingers latched into his shoulders. Dragged nails down his back, enough to raise angry red lines. She leaned up to kiss him silent for a moment, just a moment - after all, she wanted to hear him again, wanted to remember the way he moaned like that - before she whispered against his mouth, "You won't break me either."

And even if you did, she secreted, I wouldn't be afraid.