“Oh gods. It be too much.” She found herself sensitive and boneless, mind still fogged with pleasure, as Rhysand pressed himself against her. She whimpered and her thighs tightened around the high lord, her hands gripping his arms. “Oh. Too much.”

Even as she said it she felt herself becoming slick for Rhysand, the ache to be filled and stretch had started and there was no point in fighting it.

“Yes, gods yes.”