[ if you were foolish enough to try to force feyre to speak in this moment, to ask her what words would she use to describe the man guiding her through her orgasm right now... the words she'd choose are relentless and giving. and maybe also fucking magnificent.
and as she rides out her pleasure with him still buried deep inside of her, her body pulsating and heated, she is easy to maneuver. she lets him ease her body properly onto the bed, doesn't protest when he presses it flat into the mattress, only lets out a soft sound, something between protest at the twinge of pain she feels and pleasure at the angle at which he presses inside of her now.
as her mind starts to come down, she feels his hands move to her back, fingers pressing into taut, aching skin. already there is a sharp throbbing of the muscles there, muscles completely unused to supporting the weight of her wings. and for a moment, she simply stays in the moment, savoring the ebbing sensation of her climax as his hands work wonders on the soreness at her back and he says pressed inside of her.
but then he whispers her name like that, a reminder of that bond that's still there, that's still strong and something inside of her snaps, yanks her back to the reality of where they are, of why it's not just her back that aches. and she drags in a ragged breath, shutting her eyes tightly against it all, against anything that isn't the love she feels for him and that he feels for her. it doesn't work. not completely.
she'd forgotten the second part of his earlier command, she'd forgotten to tell him where she wanted it considering she'd come immediately after and well, she knows what "it" is. she draws in a sharp, determined breath, her eyes opening as she turns her head a little more, her voice breathless and eager: ] Get on your back, Rhys. Right now.
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and as she rides out her pleasure with him still buried deep inside of her, her body pulsating and heated, she is easy to maneuver. she lets him ease her body properly onto the bed, doesn't protest when he presses it flat into the mattress, only lets out a soft sound, something between protest at the twinge of pain she feels and pleasure at the angle at which he presses inside of her now.
as her mind starts to come down, she feels his hands move to her back, fingers pressing into taut, aching skin. already there is a sharp throbbing of the muscles there, muscles completely unused to supporting the weight of her wings. and for a moment, she simply stays in the moment, savoring the ebbing sensation of her climax as his hands work wonders on the soreness at her back and he says pressed inside of her.
but then he whispers her name like that, a reminder of that bond that's still there, that's still strong and something inside of her snaps, yanks her back to the reality of where they are, of why it's not just her back that aches. and she drags in a ragged breath, shutting her eyes tightly against it all, against anything that isn't the love she feels for him and that he feels for her. it doesn't work. not completely.
she'd forgotten the second part of his earlier command, she'd forgotten to tell him where she wanted it considering she'd come immediately after and well, she knows what "it" is. she draws in a sharp, determined breath, her eyes opening as she turns her head a little more, her voice breathless and eager: ] Get on your back, Rhys. Right now.