Sol froze.
Completely.
It was like lightening hit.
Whatever that was.
"You can help me," He panted at her, eyes wide, hand working faster, "Sweet, Feylndra," He gently bit her neck, adding another finger. She seemed to enjoy this. A good bargaining chip. He provided her with sweet touches and she provided him with warmth.
Perhaps something deeper.
"If I can't convince you to help me," He purred against her flesh, "I'll let you go. A few days," He repeated, fingers working against her faster, "I won't subject you to... The rest of me," He breathed in her ear, "I wasn't always like this."