My thighs hit the bed behind us,
and Rhys paused, trembling,
giving me time to consider.
Even now my heart strained,
but I pulled my mouth from his,
held his gaze as I lowered myself onto the white sheets
and inched back further and further onto the bed
until I was bare before him,
until I took in the considerable,
proud length of him. Love.
When they discuss this man,
the man in his length. And my core tightened in answer. Reese.
I breathed his name, a plea on my tongue.
His wings flared,
chest heaving as stars sparked in his eyes.
And it was the longing there beneath the desire,
beneath the need. It was the longing in those beautiful eyes
that made me glance to the mountains tattooed on his knees.
These mountain knee tats are very relevant, Mac.
The insignia of his court.
Our court.
The promise that he would kneel for no one and nothing but his crown.
In me.
Mine. He was mine.
I sent the thought down. The bond.
No playing, no delaying.
I wanted him on me, in me.
I needed to feel him, hold him, share breath with him.