The logical part of him insisted that was just her Omega talking, not her. But he couldn't resist it either as he inhaled on the kiss, coaxing more from her as his hands curled around her thighs by the Mother, she was so slick already! and lifted her up like she weighed nothing more than paper.

With every step he took, carrying her up the stairs, her core was running along the tent of his pants, temping him to lose all coordination. There was no need to kick in his door, it opened automatically on a thread of magic and he headed straight for the bed, laying her down as if she was the most precious thing he had ever seen.

"Feyre," he breathed in benediction, kneeling up so he could look at her, magically ripping the shit away into some pocket dimension somewhere. That's when his hands went to work, touching her everywhere, especially her breasts. The dark blue of his eyes went midnight violet as he drank in the sight, chest heaving as he took in her intoxicating scent.