Feyre had just come home. She went straight to the bedroom, her bedroom and of his partner. When she opened the door she smelled all that strong smell. That smell of sex, desire, sweat, love and pleasure. Smell of your sex and that of her partner. Soon she felt a shiver down her spine and a hot feeling through her blood. She tried to look for Rhysand but remembered that he was in a meeting with his warriors.

She picked up the pillows that were lying on the floor and placed them on the bed. She tried to ignore her excitement. But couldn't, those memories of the moments she had with her lover that morning, the image of Rhys in the middle of her legs with a malicious smile...

Rhysand?She called through her mind as she sat on the bed.

Darling, do you need anything? That sensual voice, that thick voice of your partner entered her mind as if it were the most beautiful melody. It quickly reminded her of how sexy the voice was when he moaned her name.

No, I'm okay it's just...She sent him that whole feeling of desire. She sent the lust she felt at that moment.

And a hoarse laugh played through her mind.

Oh, darling. I don't think it would be nice for me to have an erection here in the middle of a meeting.So come and have one here.She answered.

I will do everything to get you there as soon as possible.Feyre thought it a good idea to take a shower to relax. She took a towel and went into the bathroom. The bathtub was hot and very pleasant. Now she was full of soap, her hands over her body, soft and delicate. A sense of guilt invaded her, maybe guilt for being so annoying that she was in the mood for her partner while he was busy. But that was gone, as soon as that smell invaded the bathroom. Smell of him. Smell of Rhysand. Her beloved and eternal partner. Rhys.

Hello, Feyre darling.A feline smile escaped Rhys' lips as Feyre got up from the bath to look at him.

I missed you.She said with a smile.

I know honey, is impossible not to miss me.A completely malicious smile played on his lips as he walked over to her.

"Feyre, Feyre, Feyre. Let's see how your situation is".

He said loudly while kneeling before his throne. His partner.

He gave kisses along the entire length of her leg and belly and when he finally reached that desired point, he breathed, smelled, breathed in the smell of sex from his beloved. Not in a sweet way, but in a needy and wild way, as if that were his oxygen. And really, it was.

Feyre was already writhing with impatience and pleasure. So she sent him a message a little too impatient.

So impatient...

"Feyre, you need to know that your sexual appetite is high maintenance. But I make an effort "

"Prick" she answered. But before she even had more time to protest, his mouth touched there. He licked it heavily and torturously. She moaned for his name and stuck her nails over his shoulders. He really knew what he was doing and Feyre was always surprised. Her blood was boiling, her muscles were failing, and her legs were being held by him. The pleasure was so great that Feyre lost total control of her own body.

Rhys, was not so different. He loved her, and he loved wildly when she got that way, crazy for desire. He had to get some control, but those delicious sounds that came out of her mouth... it drove him crazy. She was so wet that every little movement that his lips made in her intimacy made a noise. But he controlled himself, wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible.

Feyre thought she could pass out from pleasure at any moment, but when he bit that little dot, that tangle of nerves that she melted. She came in his mouth and her knees gave out. Rhys smiled when he realized she was weak, so he sat on his ankles and pulled her into his lap.

"Are you finished, honey?"

"Wha- What? Noo" she protested

"I was talking about the bath dear. Do you really think that I would leave my partner in this situation and not take any advantage for me?" He said maliciously while looking into her eyes.

"Oh, I forgot that I have an ignorant and strategist partner ." She replied, running her hands through Rhysand's black hair

Cruel beautiful thing

Rhysand sent her as he stood with her on his lap and walked towards the bed.