“Do you want me to eat you, Feyre?” He said softly, a pure smile on his lips.
Feyre nodded, pressing her lips together.
Rhysand looked at her with satisfaction, pulling her to sit on her lap, running his hands over her skin. “Then i'm going to fuck you, love.”
Rhysand backed Feyre against the wall, letting the water run down their skin. His hand went up to her face, squeezing. It didn't matter if they were letting the icy water run down their bodies, the fire glowed before them both.
“there had been nights when I'd barely waited for Rhys to enter the bedroom before I'd ripped his clothes off, before I'd dropped to my knees and taken his cock deep in my mouth”
“meu amigo em meio a tantos perigos.
meu amante, que tinha curado minha alma quebrada e exausta. meu parceiro, que esperara por mim contra todas as expectativas, apesar da sorte.”