𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 ; 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯,

the  lethal  power  in  those  hips  and  his  continual  struggle  to  control  them  makes  this  moment  that  much  sweeter.  he  relinquishes  control  in  an  infrequent  stutter  —  and  she  aligns  the  swollen  head  of  his  cock  with  the  back  of  her  throat,  relaxing  the  muscles  there,  holding  completely  still  for  few  precious  seconds.  enjoying  the  weight  of  him,  hollowing  in  her  cheeks  to  feel  the  pulsing  veins  along  his  shaft.  saliva  pools  in  the  corners  of  mouth,  dribbles  down  her  chin  to  collect  there.  it's  filthy  this  thing  her  need  of  him  reduces  her  too.  she  wants  to  stay  this  way  all  day.

another  twinge  in  her  jaw  and  she  sighs,  draws  her  head  up  with  a  quick  lash  of  the  tongue  and  bobs  back  down.  she'll  yank  him  right  over  the  edge  with  ease,  swallow  down  the  hot stream  of  cum  he  gives  her  only  to  repeat  the  process.  she  needs  him,  her  mate,  completely  undone.

do  it,  comes  the  command,  hands  sliding  down  his  stomach  urging  movement.  he  can  do  that,  can  swivel  his  hips  and  fuck  himself  past  the  ring  of  her  tight throbbing  lips.  she  needs  the  rawness  of  him,  the  brutal  tenderness  he  keeps  stored  away  for  moments  just  like  this.  fuck  my  mouth  and  cum  for  me.

the sound of leather stretching and the headboard cracking fills the room along with the sounds of them. rhys can barely hold on to the semblance of control. it's as fraying as the leather is weakening. . . but that was the entire exercise, was it not? control. keeping it and letting his mate do whatever she desired - with him or to him.

he could decimate the entire bed. he could snap the leather binding him with less than half a thought. he could have his hands on her and both of them out the window and into another world in less than a second.

and yet he is still holding on with white knuckles to some stretched cow hide.

" fey . . " a deep, rumbling purr came from rhys' chest as he arched off the bed a bit. the noise turns into groan that seemingly shakes the bed and room like a small earthquake as he tips over the edge. every touch of her devilish tongue and sinful mouth makes him quiver.

never had a partner made him feel like this - he also has never had a mate before. she is everything he had ever been missing in his life. it feels all the more gratifying as he cums, knowing it's her taking it happily. greedily.

beautiful  she  thinks  ;  that  one  single  word  loud  and  persistent,  and  blasting  through  their  shared  mental  bond.  simply  beautiful.  there  should  be  a  paint  brush  in  hand,  canvas  just  in  reach  to  capture  him  in  this  moment,  strung  out  and  desperate  —  that  lethal  body  teetering  on  a  knife's  edge  of  control.  it  fractures  slowly,  pulled  apart  with  an  artists  touch,  seam  by  seam  the  stitches  of  his  power  blanketing  her  vision.  she  doesn't  mind  the  dark,  the  shadows  he  loses  control  over  are  as  wonderful  as  the  reflection  of  the  night  sky  in  his  eyes,  with  a  quirk  of  her  mouth  she  relents.

lids  dip  low,  following  the  muscles  of  his  chest  to  his  stomach  once  more  -  the  choked  off  sound  of  his  voice,  husky  and  thick,  glides  over  her  in  a  sensual  caress.  control  was  its  own  aphrodisiac.

she's  slick  between  her  thighs  the  musky  scent  of  her  arousal  thick  in  the  air,  reaching  between  them  dampens  fingertips  (  a  quick  swipe  and  her  thighs  tremble,  the  walls  of  her sex  clenching  in  anticipation.  )

❝     you're  so  good  for  me.     ❞     she  returns  in  kind,  offering  him  those  same  fingers,  sliding  them  across  his  mouth  to  smear  the  taste  of  herself  there.     ❝     clean  them.     ❞

all the adjectives in the world couldn't describe feyre in rhysand's mind. beautiful, alluring, compassionate, sexy, exquisite, rare . . . all the words sent down the bond as feyre's body leaned down once more. rhys opened his eyes, trying to find any view of her lithe form. all he could really find was the top of her head and her shoulders. what he wanted to see were her heavy breasts, the smooth planes of her stomach, and that sweet spot that had him on his knees daily. his entire body is on fire with how much he wants her, no, needs her. rhysand can barely stand it. well, not that he's standing at all.

the muscles in his lower stomach jump and contract at the tickle of her hair near his groin. " fuck. " he whispers as she smears her fingers over his mouth. rhys greedily accepts them and tries to suck at the tips, his tongue rolling over his lush lips to taste every single drop of her. feyre's scent fills his nose, his mouth . . . and he wants her on his face, instantly. what he wouldn't give for her to ride his face with his hands tied to the headboard.

the night court males have always been impossible for andras to resist. it’s a shame the most satisfaction he’s ever received from them has stemmed from flustering them... though he does enjoy seeing a glimpse beyond their facade. like the veil of night he knows the prominent figures keep something hidden. their secrets call to him like a siren's song. he's never been secretive about it.

truthfully, rhysand has never had anything against andras himself. he'd seen him from time to time at meetings or gatherings with tamlin or lucien vanserra. he was handsome and charismatic, which earned appreciation from the high lord of night. it earned him more than that as rhysand loved to be looked upon - andras did more than that as he was very open with his admiration. it obviously all an act but the other male was good at it . . and rhysand could still appreciate such a thing. who doesn't adore being adored ? or feared.

her  palm  smooths  over  his  stomach  —  flattening  to  feel  the  muscles  pull  taut,  chasing  the  twisting  lines  of  his  body  with  eager  fingertips  (  cheek  pressed  to  the  inside  of  a  thick  right  thigh.  )  puffy  lips  expel  an  amused  breath,  tongue  flattening  to  drag  from  the  underside  of  his  cock  to  the  flared  tip.  quick  flick  collects  drops  of  precum  beaded  there  punching  free  a  moan  lodged  in  the  back  of  her  throat  —  she  could  live  off  the  taste  of  this  man  alone.

❝     manners,  my  love,     ❞     comes  the  admonishment,  head  jerking  back  and  eyes  lifting,  light  and  unbothered,  to  his  own.  his  balls  are  heavy  when  she  drops  a  hand  to  them  again,  cupping  their  weight  and  massaging  them  carefully.  she  could  draw  cum  up  to  dribble  over  her  chin  if  she  wanted  to,  make  a  show  of  licking  herself  clean  (  wasting  the  perfect  use  of  her  mouth  )  would  that  not  be  a  shame?

her palms smooth against his stomach and the muscles ripple once more in response. they tense and relax, though no part of his entire being is relaxed. he wants and he wants now. rhys has to hold himself back from snapping the leather tied around curled fingers that are turning black from repressed magic. shadows swirl around his arms and the plane of his chest as he lifts his head to watch his beautiful mate.

his vulgarity is only because of the spell she has on him ; their mating bond times a thousand.

his body lurches up off the silken sheets just slightly when he feels feyre's warm tongue along the underside of his cock. the sight of her licking his precum had almost sent him over the edge alone. how could he be mated to the most perfect being in existence? rhys reminded himself several times a day that he had waited his entire life for her. he had to pinch himself to remind him that this was real.

oh, and she was real. really palming his balls and demanding while having her head between his powerful thighs.

he has to clear his throat as it has become dry from his moaning. he's never been too vocal with anyone else, especially not during his time under the mountain . . . but with feyre, he feels safe to be as loud as he wants. he wants her to know the pleasure she brings him.

that sheer grab at will and the demand she makes has his cock twitching in delight. he'd do anything she asked of him.

" please. " rhys choked out, his head falling back against the pillow. his dark hair rested against the silken pillowcase and heavy eyes slid shut in ecstasy.

his husky, lust-laden voice was quiet yet piercing:

-> bondage.

are these too tight ?

you look so good like this, all splayed out for me.

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down.

feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm.

can we try the cuffs tonight ?

tell me where you want my mouth, since your hands can't reach.

don't worry, i'm going to take my time with you.

hold out your wrists.

[ BOUND ] sender finishes tying receiver's second hand to the bedframe. [ TIE ] sender creates makeshift hand restraints for receiver out of clothes / etc. [ STRUGGLE ] sender thrashes against their restraints in throes of pleasure. [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them.

-> predator / prey.

i'll give you a head start.

clever hiding spot ... pity i know every inch of these woods.

fear tastes sweeter than surrender.

[ naaame ], where aree youuu ?

your whimpers sound more honest than your words.

chase me, catch me, then see what i do.

your scent gives you away. heat and salt and want.

please, as if you could outrun me.

you can't hide forever, [ name ].

you look pretty enough to eat.

[ CHASE ] sender chases receiver through the woods. [ HIDE & SEEK ] sender has hidden, receiver is hunting them down. [ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck. [ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground.

-> voyeurism.

don't tell me, show me.

sit there and don't move. just watch.

keep your eyes on the mirror ... watch yourself come undone for me.

show me how you touch yourself when you're alone.

see how stunning you look like this ?

you don't get to touch me yet.

louder. i want them to hear you.

DIALOGUE

i don't think i'm meant to have my life figured out yet.

are you skipping, or just strategically absent?

you're my favorite procrastination partner.

how are you this calm during finals week?

i think i bombed that exam.

i don't think i could do this semester without you.

are you dropping the class?

i can't believe we met like this.

i'm avoiding my dorm on purpose.

you don't have to stay if you're busy.

you going to the party, or pretending you hate parties?

i forgot what day it is.

i hate group projects. i hate them so much.

did you actually read the syllabus, or are you guessing like the rest of us?

you're way too hard on yourself.

that party was a mistake.

do you ever miss home?

why does adulthood hit this fast?

i can't believe this class is mandatory.

you wanna study, or stare at the wall together?

you don't have to be strong all the time.

you feel different than everyone else here.

i can't afford another textbook.

i forgot how loud dorms are.

stop spiraling, it's one grade.

don't talk to me before my second coffee.

you're my favorite distraction.

why does every assignment feel personal?

are we actually friends, or just trauma-bonded by this class?

i should not have signed up for an 8 a.m. lecture.

you're the only reason i passed that class.

this campus feels empty at night.

are you okay, or just academically okay?

i'm glad you're here.

i can't tell if i love this major or regret it.

you smell like coffee and regret.

you wanna walk back together?

are you scared too, or just better at hiding it?

you look like you just crawled out of a group project.

did you pull an all-nighter again?

i trust you more than most people here.

can we just stay in tonight?

you make this place feel less overwhelming.

you're telling me that's due tonight?

you're shaking. did you drink enough water?

i didn't expect college to feel this lonely sometimes.

i think i'm burning out.

this campus feels like a city that never sleeps, but i do.

i didn't expect college to change me this much.

you're living off instant noodles again, aren't you?

you look really good for someone this tired.

why is the library always freezing?

i didn't know who else to call.

i didn't come to campus to be this stressed.

i don't think my brain works anymore.

i forgot to eat today.

don't apologize, we're all barely holding it together.

you're my safe person on this campus.

i'm so tired of pretending i'm fine.

i have not slept in thirty hours, so if i'm mean, that's why.

stay a little longer.

you wanna sit together, or is that weird?

i didn't think we'd get this close.

i don't feel like going back to my room alone.

i swear this professor hates me personally.

ACTIONS

( cram ) : for OUR MUSES to cram for an exam last-minute.

( comfort ) : for SENDER to comfort RECEIVER after a bad grade.

( lecture ) : for OUR MUSES to sit together during a long lecture.

( save ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER away from a situation at a party.

( nap ) : for OUR MUSES to take a nap between classes.

( pregame ) : for OUR MUSES to pregame drink before a party.

( crash ) : for OUR MUSES to crash on each other's dorm floor.

( skip ) : for OUR MUSES to skip class and stay in bed.

( rant ) : for SENDER to rant to RECEIVER about a professor.

( breakdown ) : for RECEIVER to breakdown with SENDER present.

( cook ) : for SENDER to make a poor dorm-meal for RECEIVER.

( avoid ) : for OUR MUSES to avoid their roommates together.

( walk ) : for OUR MUSES to walk across campus late at night.

( call ) : for SENDER to call RECEIVER during a late-night spiral.

( wander ) : for OUR MUSES to wander campus with no destination.

( party ) : for OUR MUSES to lose each other at a crowded party.

( food ) : for OUR MUSES to split one sad cafeteria meal.

( stay ) : for SENDER to ask RECEIVER to stay the night.

( leave ) : for OUR MUSES to leave a party early together.

( move ) : for OUR MUSES to help each other move dorms.

( notes ) : for SENDER to lend RECEIVER class notes.

( seat ) : for SENDER to save a seat for RECEIVER in class.

( share ) : for OUR MUSES to share earbuds while studying.

( coffee ) : for SENDER to bring RECEIVER coffee during finals week.

( confess ) : for SENDER to confess burnout to RECEIVER.

( finals ) : for OUR MUSES to stay up all night during finals week.

( study ) : for OUR MUSES to study together.

( bed ) : for OUR MUSES to share a dorm bed.

I am in awe with this art by Ignartcio

This is so so so stunning <3