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Rhysand's POV:
That was not what I expected to come out of her mouth. Because I love you too much. The darkness around me stirred. I could hear her labored breathing as I prowled a little bit closer, close enough that my thighs touched hers.
"Because you love me too much?" I laughed, throwing my head back and rejoicing that she didn't hate me. I was consciously aware of how her whole body was strung along mine.
I twisted a lock of Feyre's hair as her breath stuttered and she grew still. "I don't believe in loving too much," I said, and leaned in to kiss her. This time, she was compliant beneath my fingers.
Feyre's POV:
Rhysand was kissing me, his tongue sliding between my teeth and his arms wrapped around me. I gave in and melted into his touch, sighing. We were no longer in the library; instead, we were cocooned in the Darkness, and I could feel it crawling soothingly across my skin. Like a blanket being thrown gently over me.
I didn't realize that Rhysand was shedding my clothes until I felt a slight wind press against my bare skin. He grinned, glorious, and I ran my fingers through his silky black hair. Then the pause was over, and we resumed our dance, this time without the clothing that restricted us.
Rhysand was stroking his fingers across my skin, and whispered against me, "My Feyre. How I love you."
The words were almost lost in the sensations; the beautiful and breath-taking feelings in my chest, the feeling of Rhysand, and the lightning that seemed to streak across us both, tying our souls together. Mates.
