ETAN
She had her face turned up and her eyes closed. Taking her face in his hands, he brushed his lips over hers so lightly, yet something crackled between them, lighting up his skin like the flameflies that haunted the Summitras night. She sighed and opened her mouth.
It was an act of will not to simply plunge his tongue into her sweetness. There would be time for that, he reminded himself. Time to teach her the joys of their bodies. But this was a moment for careful reverence. To show her how precious she had—so quickly—become.
And so, he trailed his lips over hers slowly, then did not remove them, but spoke into the kiss. "Finding you," he whispered, "is a miracle. An act of the Father of Light. Our joining will lead to union between our nations. Peace, true peace, at last," he murmured.
