Clenching his jaw, knowing this was wrong, he knew he had to convince himself to sleep with her eventually. That was how Edith dealt with things. She trusted who ever fucked her the best. Lysander had nothing to worry about in that area, since he certainly never got any complaints.
Kissing the top of her head, leaning down to kiss her shoulder and neck, he ran his lips over her skin and sighed. "Soon, Edith. I promise."