#feyredarling

I let out a startled moan as his lips were on mine in an instant. His tongue caressed mine as his hands traveled up my thighs to my waist, soon discarding the fabric that was once my security blanket. I found myself to be grinding against him, seeking pleasure with muffled moans as our mouths were locked together. Rhysands hands on my waist pulled me slightly forward and back as he bucked his hips up just enough to get the friction that he craved from me. As much as I want to go beyond this teasing and have him practically devour me, or at this point; devour him... I can't do that right now. Not with what I have in mind, at least. I embrace his touch, his neediness a little longer until I broke the kiss. My breath heaved slightly, his groans held under his breath as he looked at me, mouth agape slightly. I felt something shift between us, something in our dynamic had changed. My hands planted themselves on his chest again, looking up at the man who had claimed me time and time again. His violet eyes had a different glimmer, something with such need and fervor. I trailed kisses down his neck, biting and nipping occasionally. It felt like his body was controlling him more than his mind. If he was in his normal state of control in this situation, like before, he would be more composed. He let out mumbled praises and groans as he continues to grind into me. I sit down onto him more comfortably, giving him more to work with his body. My whimpers were muffled from my sole focus on him. It felt like he was slowly dipping in and out of a frenzy. One of Rhy's hands stayed on my waist, keeping me put on him, while the other moved up to one of my breasts. His eyes were half-lidded, looking down at my body that was practically worshipping his. Rhysand tipped his head back, a staggered breath leaving him. As I continued to mark him, his collarbones, his chest, I glance down at what he was moving against me. The loose pants he had on that were once pristine and dry were now to be ruffled, slowly sliding down his hips, revealing his v-line that led straight to what he was focusing on. There was a faint spot in the pants, pre-cum slowly staining it as he let the heat roll through him. It only seemed to be just the beginning. I completely forgot about the wings for a moment, my main objective. Rhysands grows slowly and got more high-pitched as his hands were being imprinted into my body. His body was getting warmer, his wings no longer tucked but stretched out behind him. Then I knew, he was getting close. By thought alone, having someone want to touch his wings for his pleasure; by having his mate touch his wings, the High Fae, me, it got him to this point with little to nothing. On pure impulse, I lift from where I was, hovering over his lap. He looked back down with hesitance, with agitation in his eyes, his body, his breath. Rhysand seemed almost animalistic, pleading. With gritted teeth, he whined, "Did... did I do something wrong?" He had clenched fists, both on my waist as he furrowed his brows. My tongue toyed with my back molars for a second as I thought of what to say. No, he didn't do anything wrong... I just got lost in the moment and need to get where I wanted to... as if I was with him any longer he'd- "No, you didn't. I just knew if I stayed there and let you have your way, you'd-" I let out a light chuckle, not wanting to finish the sentence, but the thought of it still lingered, my face slightly flushed from the idea. I broke the eye contact for a moment to look down at the mess that he deemed himself to be. I examined Rhysand as he was finding his words, it seemed like now, the cat got his tongue. His breath is heavy, lust-filled. Desire overwhelmed him. He was still slightly bucking his hips and thighs up, very subtly... probably sued to that motion. I felt my mouth water slightly.Rhysand caught his breath, calming down just enough to respond. "I tend to get carried away, especially when it comes to you, Feyre." The smirk came back, his canines glistening under the dimmed light that came from the nearby oil light. "I just- if you remember what I was originally talking to you about" I smile, subtly biting my bottom lip to hold in the laughter of the situation. Rhysand reluctantly lifted his hips to sheath off his pants, leaving him completely naked, as am I."I'll be your little experiment, how about that," Rhysand is now playing with me, toying with me. That feverish self I once saw now dimmed, or just suppressed for the time being. I was going to have fun with this. Rhysand got onto his knees, now propping himself up in the center of the bed. His hands rest on his thighs, his gaze on mine as I wait for his next command."You will have full reign on me, my body. I will not move from this position... to the best of my ability. On the subject of what you have been... wishing to test," He was eluding to my fascination of seeing the fullest potential of what I could do with his wings, "I will guide you." "How would you guide me if you're not going to move?" I furrowed my brows, thinking that his logic was flawed. "With my voice." "Oh." I look away, my face flushed again. "Oh." His grin came back, his mischievous, merciless grin. I love that grin.Rhysands attention remained on me, and my reactions as he propped his wings up behind him, curving around him slightly. I stay put, on my knees at the foot of the bed. "Come on, Feyre. I don't bite. Unless you ask me to." He reminded me of my first interaction with Cassian, I crawl over two feet to be kneeling directly in front of him. "The last I heard, Rhysand, no one has ever taken you up on that offer." I still had this subconscious feeling of being nervous. He noticed that. He leaned forward, no longer sitting back on his ankles, fully on his knees. His lips grazed over mine, his hot breath seeping down my neck and breasts."I am completely comfortable with this, Feyre. I trust you." His breath nipped my skin, I straightened my back from the feeling. Rhysand's hand found mine, caressing the palm to provide the emphasis he had in his words. He leads my hand to his left wing, letting my fingers trace over it, just barely. "Just like that." He purred in my ear as he slowly let my hand go, leaving my hand to trace intricate designs on his feathered wing. My touch was barely noticeable, his breath was smooth but still as hot as before. His stare was as lust-filled, if not more... it seemed like he is turned on by the mere anticipation.I began to apply more pressure, tracing with long and gentle strokes that he once did to my thighs when I straddled his lap. Rhysand shut his mouth, clenching his teeth as he closed his eyes, he then raggedly breathed out. The more he reacted, the more I felt something deep inside me twist and turn. I continued, feeling the feathers that were luxurious and silky smooth. My downward strokes were not repetitive, evidently surprising Rhysand with each touch.