“Rhys.” His name came out in a breathy needy moan, her eyes on his, as his fingers stroked her closer and closer to a mind numbing pleasure. Her body was tensing and Feyre was slowly losing control as the pleasure built with each stroke and rub over her clit. “Rhysand… I want your-”

Her words were cut off as she cried out, back arching and body trembling as she came hard and on his fingers. Her toes curled and a long moan followed as the Omega relished the pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. She might have just had an amazing orgasm but her body still ached, throbbing with the need to be filled with knot and come.

Feyre relaxed against the bed, panting, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. She was enjoying the boneless pleasure she was feeling. “Is that how… all orgasms are supposed to feel like?”