"It... doesn't work like that." He can't help the curse that slips out after, the fingers carding into her hair to keep her right there. "Too far gone."

All of it was 'too far gone.' With a helpless noise, he turned his head to gently bite at her jaw, just pressing his teeth there with a near sub-audio rumble. Rhys' eyes slipped closed as he bit again, this time closer to her chin. His hands were being directed by someone else as they rucked up her shirt a little higher, fingers slipping over her skin.

"I've been wanting to touch you so bad, see you spread out before me, hold your breasts and suck on them." Another shuddering breath tore through him. "Oh gods, they are perfect. The things I can do to them-all the things I want to do to them. You smell so. good. Feyre." The last bit was murmured against her lips, the last of his restraint going quickly. "I can't resist you."