“We shouldn’t do this…” Tarin eventually whispered. “We’ll have to part sooner or later.”
Ilan petted the back of Tarin’s head, thrilled again by the feel of the black silken threads under his fingers. “Than let that be pain be enough for you…” He whispered back. His hand drifted from the thick hair down the tense spine and the soft touch made Tarin’s arms tighten around him. “Let me…” he sighed. “Please…” he kissed the side of the head pressed against him.