He moaned as he felt her spasms, riding that particularly delicious wave until need overcame him again. But he still waited for her hips to slow, her whole body to become boneless again before he moved from her thighs. The inadvertent lack of air had his mind whirling and his dick as hard as a rock. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes smoldered as he looked down upon her, watching every breath and pulse while his hands ran over her thighs.

"You're delicious," came the purr, shifting so that his hardened shaft lay nestled against her folds, pulsing a time counter to hers. "So delicious that I want you again, Feyre. Are you ready?"