Feyre let out a whimper, her body heated, as Rhysand tormented her with his mouth. He had kissed so close to where she wanted him that her hips had rocked up, wanting him fully between her thighs. But he pulled his head up and caused Feyre to let out a desperate frustrated noise.

“You are beyond evil. You know what you want!” She rolled her hips again as a hand moved to his head, tugging on his dark strands downward.