Rhys, I whisper through the bond longingly.
Feyre darling, my love, how are you?
Awful, I miss you terribly. I can't wait to be in your arms again, to be wrapped up in your wings and feel at home.
You will soon love, hopefully very soon.
How soon? I don't think I can take much longer, and I've only been here a couple of days!
That I can't say my love, all I can say is soon. I will do everything in my power to hold you again. Even for just a second.
But how will we do it? When and where will we do it?
I will figure it all out love don't worry.
I close my eyes savoring even the slightest feel of him. The bond screams at me to go back to him, to be held in his arms, to feel the pleasurable pain of him thrusting into me when we make love. All I could think about was how lovingly he would fuck me. Even when he was that rough I felt his love, his passion, and his care. I didn't just miss his touch, I missed joking around and laughing with him. I just missed him. My mate. My love. My life. My king. My equal in every way. All I could think about was how I would take my time with his wings. If I could I would stroke and kiss every inch of them. I would make him reach climax by only loving up on his wings. After I'd done that, I would show him just what my wicked mouth could do, over, and over again. I know Rhys could feel all that I'd felt when I felt his arousal shoot through the bond.
I hope you were serious about how soon we will see each other.
If I wasn't before I am now darling, I am now.
I giggled at the hoarse tone of his voice.
I love you.
I love you too, my darling.
After our goodbye, I fell asleep with hope in my heart. Hope, that I would see Rhys soon