ELRETH
"If I submit to you… how will I ever be powerful again?" The question was real. Giving up her dominance felt like letting someone put a noose around her neck.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. Arched back like she was, it pressed them together and she wanted it. She wanted all of it. But something twisted and fearful, something that felt weak had been seizing her up inside.
When Aaryn's eyes turned pleading and he faltered, that fear spiraled.
But then he said, "That's the part you're missing—submit, Elreth. Give over. I'll never make you small. The only thing I'll ever take is your burdens. And I'll replace them with… with…"
"With what?"
"Me," he croaked. "El, the only thing I ever want is to make you stronger—but you have to let me." His eyes searched hers, pleading.
