“You’re going to be the death of me…” And it would be a wonderful amazing mind numbing death. Feyre’s hands moved to Rhysand’s shoulders and neck, her nails biting into his skin as he started to sink into her. She was so slick and ready for him. Feeling herself stretch around him brought pleasure that made Feyre moan. Her head tilted back, exposing her neck and submitted to the Alpha pushing inside of her.

“I want to be yours.”