(Ginger is thrashing in his arms, filled with the horror of him drowning her. He holds her tightly, his heart galloping, his breath caught between her terror and his own pain.
The realization pierces him like a sword: He did this to her.
But it was right. He had to. She'll recover. She'll come into her own now, and be strong and happy. With him.)
(He's holding her and she can't even scream. She keeps fighting, but he just restrains her patiently until she wears herself out. At last she falls limp, beaten.
She can't fight him. Silent tears roll down her cheeks.)
(loosens his grip, kissing her hair, rubbing her shoulder with one hand)
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I had to do it. You'll see, when you learn how to use your magic, how strong you are now.
I'll teach you.
(Wants to soothe and comfort her. To replace the bad memory with a good one, and to make her his own before he has to leave again.
His hands move very gently over her body, sending a warm tingle across her skin. Her shoulders. Her arms. Her torso and thighs. He shifts her onto her back on the bed and continues to caress her, feeling her still under his touch.
Then his fingers brush the swell of her breasts through the sheer linen. Desire surges through him. He bends his mouth to kiss her lips.)
(Her heart recoils even as her treacherous body responds to his magic. The walls slide up, separating her real self from what's happening. She holds Kaelin tightly in the most secret corner of her mind even as she arches in response to Velyan's luxurious, magical lovemaking.
He is incredibly gentle with her, so much that she cries with relief when it is over. He didn't hurt her.
He didn't hurt her.)