When Do Rhys And Feyre Sleep Together Novels & Stories

A small part of her expected him to leave, perhaps retreat to his study for the night, but instead he climbed into bed and lay down with casual ease. Hermione’s hands stopped. She paused, turning to look at him. “Are we sleeping on the same bed?” Rhys had one hand draped over his eyes, but his lips curved into a smirk. His voice carried a mocking edge. “Haven’t you been looking for an opportunity to climb into my bed since we signed those marriage certificates?” He patted the space beside him. “Looks like your wish finally came true.” Her jaw tightened. She turned back to the mirror without a word. ‘Arrogant bastard.’

She threw her arms around Rhys’s neck. Rhys caught her easily, wrapping his massive arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his broad chest, burying his face in her dark hair. The Apex Core and the Starfall Fate-Ring pulsed together in absolute, flawless synchronization, casting a warm, brilliant halo around them both. "It's over, Little Wolf," Rhys whispered, his voice thick with a quiet, fierce devotion. "We won." Agnes pulled back slightly, her hands framing his scarred jaw, looking deep into his hazel-blue eyes.

The room was empty. A shiver ran down my spine. Where was she? What if she's with Rhys? My heart raced. I quickened my pace, reaching Rhys's room. The door creaked open. My heart sank at the scenario in front of me. Talia lay beside Rhys, her arms wrapped around his neck, with her head resting on his shoulders. My instincts screamed. This can't be happening, what am I seeing? Is this real? Talia's arms wrapped around Rhys's neck.

His hands found their way to my hair, it made me sleepy. “Tired?” he asked. I nodded, feeling too weak to talk. “Want to have a bath first?” I shook my head and he chuckled and I thought he was beautiful. He looked into my eyes with such tender affection it made me want to cry even harder. “Alright, then just go to bed, you look exhausted.” My eyes drifted closed as I lay my head down on the pillow and I drifted off. When I woke up the next day, Rhys was still asleep beside me, naked. The reality of what we had done last night dawned on me and I blushed furiously.

I woke up a few hours later, my room bright with sunlight. I was warm. Almost too warm. I blinked away the sleep from my eyes. Why was I so warm? I registered the band across my stomach moments before I realized it was an arm. An arm connected to a very sleep-tousled Rhys who was watching me with hooded eyes. I felt the blush spread across my cheeks. I had slept with Xander, but hadn't woken up the next morning with him in the bed. This was a new kind of intimacy.

He was close enough that if I moved my back, my shoulder would touch his. "You can't sleep next to me," I hissed. "I didn't," his hands were already under the covers, moving to my waist. The heavy weight of his hands settled on my waist, dumbfounding me for a few precious moments. "Then what do you call this?" "I slept with you." My eyes are wide open. "How could it be any different?" "There's a big difference." Rhysand's warm breath slid down my cheek, causing my pulse to drop and then rise.

I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed. *~* Rhys arrived late at night. I watched as he strolled into the bedroom. The deadpan look that was once on his face fell as his gaze dropped anchor on me, I returned the smile and watched as he went to the balcony. I got up from the bed and strode over to him, I found him against the rail. I approached him and bound my arms around his middle. I heard him sigh in contentment. I sniggered. Love always made demons ludicrous and easy to delude.

he praised before thrusting a few more times, then with a groan, he plunged deep, his body going rigid as he spilled inside me, his breath caught in his throat. ††††††† Soft morning light spilled through the heavy drapes, painting the room in a soft gold glow, and yet it felt off, like I lay on a stage and my sins were displayed. Rhysand lay asleep, his arm wrapped around me like a lifeline, a small smile etched on his face. My heart ached at the sight of it; for a moment I wished we could stay like this forever, and yet I couldn't push back the rising feeling of fear.

It rolled through my stomach and my thighs and my chest, tightening around him until his breath caught and his hands locked onto my hips, and then he almost immediately followed me over the edge with his face buried against my neck. *** The next morning. The sunlight thin and pale through the bedroom window. We had dragged ourselves into the sheets hours ago. My head on his chest, his heartbeat ticking against my ear. The sharp air from the window mixing with the warmth under the duvet. I traced the Orion constellation on his shoulder. One star after another. I’d done this a thousand times in the dark, always waiting for the next phone call to ruin us. “We never did this before,” I murmured.