Having an idea of her thoughts (not like she wasn't broadcasting them anyway,) he paused, dragging his eyes from that succulent patch of skin before him to her eyes. "Yes, I did. And after I lap it all up," he was purring, practically breathing the words to her belly, "I'm going to be compelled to stuff you full again." His tongue dipped into her navel briefly.

"Think you can handle that, Feyre darling?"