That bite had him seeing stars and a new surge of pleasure. So close--so close! And it had been enough to make a second orgasm slam into him, feeling her tighten even more around his girth, ensuring everything he offered would stay put and keep her warm and filled and soaking. That bite had been damning even if it hadn't claimed him. A little piece of him mourned that revelation and his tongue bathed that spot on her neck he wanted to bite, to claim her in turn.

"Bite me whenever you wish," he purred when he could form words again, both relaxing over her and taking up some of his weight to not crush her while they continued to cool down. "Wherever you wish. I want all of you. Your teeth, your claws, your softness, your wetness." Rhys was still delirious, more than a little giddy, and fuck if he wasn't softening any time soon. A slight roll of his hips confirmed he was in as deep as he could be, as stuck as ever, and damn if he didn't want to do it again. "You're so damn perfect, Feyre. Cauldron drown me, I want you again, screaming out my name and biting me, clenching around me over and over-" Fuck, he was babbling out whatever his mind demanded.