Acotar Rhysand Pov Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amira frowned at discovering the desk across from her was empty, and so were the armchairs by the fireplace. “Wow.” Amira’s head snapped to the side. Rhys was dashing in his black and navy embroidered waistcoat and black shirt that had three buttons undone, revealing his collarbones and the beginning of his chest muscles, the navy cravat loose. Those deep blue eyes were sharp, bow-tip lips looking so kissable with his damp hair half smoothed back in style while the rest remained rebelliously dishevelled. Rhys was looking more devilishly handsome. Especially as he held an open book in front of him, body facing her direction.

Ashton stands and waits. "No, because we're coming as well. She is in the room waiting. So we should all go as we took longer than I expected." I stand and look at Grayson. "It's your choice though Grayson. You can sit here and be angry that someone is finally putting you first, or forget it and move forward." Walking out I don't wait for his response. I walk through the house and to the room and see Raven standing naked, her back is to me as she looks through some of the items. My arm wraps around her as I pull her against me.

Raven threw her head back in pleasure as he did so, her voice coming out in slow, raspy breaths, "Oh... God." She felt very hot, and every part of her body was taut as she just wanted to bind herself to him, desperate for his touch. She moved her hand away from the wall, unable to stop herself. Her fingers weaved into his dark hair, which was still wet, and she felt the silkiness underneath her palm just like how his lips felt against her body.

He lapped on her spilled sweetness in between her legs, and with his fingers inside her wet heat, he added his ring finger into it and stretched her hole wider. It was Aldric. He was hoping he would have his chance, and as he was aware his pride was more monstrous than Ethan's, he wanted to prepare Lexy’s entrance for his girthy and veiny Lycan cock. His mind can no longer care about the possibilities of what results could his thoughtless actions bring once he wins over his human, who kept on arguing it wasn't the right time yet. But Aldric was lost in lust and longing, unable to realize that his mate was not the same as his race.

I simply opened the door and stepped inside, closing it shut behind me. The first thing I saw was her. Her. The cause of my madness. The torment the Goddess had binded me with. And yet, somehow my inner storm calmed a little the moment I set my eyes on her. Crystal sat on the bed, her knees pulled up slightly, her hands resting in her lap. She turned at the sound of my entrance, and our eyes locked. And for the briefest moment, I forgot how to breathe. I’d seen many things in my life. Blood soaked battlefields, forests filled with dead men and women hanging from the trees. I had even seen several moons painted red above the cries of mothers and children as their husbands and fathers were bei

As my body started to shiver, the owner of the hand tightened the cover of my mouth. I almost halted my breath when the Lycan King stepped forward in our direction. I thought that I was going to end my life. King Edward was atrocious when he quickened his pace.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. Rynd stepped forward, his boot just missing Kyle’s face, and sliced the ropes binding Kyle’s feet. Kyle immediately leapt up, to his feet, facing Rynd, red-faced and mad. But even from this perspective, standing, Rynd was huge, towering over him. Rynd scowled down at Kyle. “I missed you, Kyle,” Rynd said. “It’s been too long since I’ve encountered another creature as despicable as myself.” And with that, Rynd suddenly strutted right past Kyle, bumping his shoulder hard, sauntering down the dirt road, between the hundreds of hanging bodies. As he disappeared into the fog, his dozens of followers fell into line, following him.

I called her name, more firmly this time and the glow flickered again, only for a millisecond as well but it happened. My brows arched as my gaze moved away from the gem towards the way Arlan had left. There was definitely more to that priestess and I was so going to have each and every layer of her unravelled. I let my eyes close at the thought of her, letting her picture build in my head and it built quite easily and vividly. A slash to my wrist, with anger in her slash and yet tears in her eyes. She intrigued me. How much more could her cute anger make her do? Would it make her ride my face hard in a bid to suffocate me to death?

Zara The bell rang sharp and shrill above us as Professor Marlin closed his old leather spellbook with a thump that echoed in my chest. Enchanted Histories was over, but my mind barely registered his final words about rune expansions or the rise of Hollow kings. My thoughts were knotted and raw, scraping like stones against each other. I turned towards Talia as she packed up her parchment and quill, her dark braids brushing against her collarbone. “Talia,” I said quietly. “Hey. About that night—”

I was brutally cut off when Gamma Carius lunged at me and wrapped his fingers around my neck. “You forget your place! How dare you?!” I channeled all of Tara's energy, breaking out of his grip and landing a swift punch to his face. He stumbled to the ground, his eyes wide with shock. “The only person forgetting their place is you!” I heard my own voice echo through the hall. I tossed all consequences to the wind, too angry to care. “I am under the Lycan King's protection, Carius,” I spat, tossing his title. “And if you want to test that theory, lay a finger on me and see what happens.”