How could he resist an order like that? Groaning helplessly, he sat back on his heels, not a stitch of clothing on him. He was all muscle, tattoos, some scars and angular lines as he breathed, drunk off her scent and his need.

No more waiting.

Lining the head of his cock up against her entrance, silently promising more to come, he glanced back up to her flushed face, something unreadable flashing across his eyes as he starts to press in, eyes fluttering in bliss as he tried to take it slow, give her time to adjust. "Feyre."