روايات وقصص ضمن When Do Rhys And Feyre Sleep Together

"Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court, Ruler of Velaris, is a handsome guy with a dark aura and violet eyes. Girls go crazy for him, but people are scared of him. He is so perfect, Noah, that I could not help but fall for him. He is so pure and handsome, so fierce yet gentle. Feyre is one lucky girl. "I kept on blabbering about a fictional character that I could feel he is so jealous ,through the bond. "Are you bothered by him?" I asked teasingly. "Why would I?" he questioned in a reply. "Why not?" I ask him. "Because Moon Pie," he said, carousing the side of my body along my chest down to the stomach. It sent shivers through my body. "He cannot caress you the way I can," he said.

You don’t get to show up now and tell me to— Stop it, she said again, simpler this time, and then she was gone, back into wherever she had been, and I was sitting in the room again with my heart going slightly faster than it had been before. I looked down at Rhys. He had gone fully slack against me, his breathing evening out, sleep pulling him back under now that the grip of the fear had loosened enough to let it. His head was heavy on my shoulder. His exhales were slow and warm against my neck. I sat there and didn’t move. I didn't want to. He slept for a while. When he woke properly he was more himself, still rough around the edges but present in the way he usually was.

What if… Rhys moved closer, crouched in front of me again and tilted my chin up slightly with his fingers. His skin was cold, his gaze steady. For a second, the air between us shifted. I felt something small but electric, like a pull. He must have felt it too because his hand dropped instantly and he stepped back like he’d touched fire. I blinked, so utterly confused. “Get some rest. My people will watch over us,” He muttered tightly. “We move at dawn.”

I murmured. He got up and helped me to my feet, guiding me to the bed, then crawling in on the other side. Rhys pulled me close to him and held me tight. He chuckled a little. “Certainly not how I thought I’d spend my thousandth birthday, but definitely a pleasurable end to one long ass millennia.” He sighed. “Happy birthday, Rhys.” I breathed. I felt myself being pulled into sleep. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but I wasn’t going to fight it. I only needed him once more before I impregnated him. Maybe my memories would come back while I slept. That would be the most heavenly of gifts.

When I came back out, Rhys was already in bed, propped up against the headboard, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and his eyes slowly dragged down my body, lingering on my bare legs and the way my t-shirt barely reached the top of my shorts. “Damn,” he said softly. “You look cute like that.” I blushed again and climbed into the bed beside him, keeping a careful distance. The mattress dipped under our combined weight. Rhys turned off the lamp, leaving only the soft glow of the string lights he had strung across the ceiling. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, the distant sound of the party filtering through the walls. I was hyper-aware of every inch between us — the heat radiating

I shifted my still feverish and aching body, and the figure slumped beside me stirred and sat up. ‘You’re awake?’ He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I stared blankly. ‘Rhys?’ My mind was still foggy, everything feeling like a distant dream. Rhys quickly got up. ‘You must be thirsty. Let me get you some water.’ He disappeared and returned with a glass of warm water. He helped me sit up, supporting me against his chest, and held the glass to my lips. ‘I… I can do it,’ I said. We’d broken up. I wasn’t comfortable with this level of intimacy anymore, and I’d grown unused to his scent.

By then, I’ll probably have all the experiences I need to be with my next REAL partner. Sounds like a plan. Rhys slowly let’s go of my hand. Then he smiles. “It doesn’t matter anyways. As long as it doesn’t affect the arrangement between us.” I nod. “Yeah, arrangement.” I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s half past six. “I should really get going now.” Rhys frowns. “You can stay the night. Or better still, move in with me.” “I room with Marienne and this is supposed to be a very discreet fling. Remember?” I say as I start to walk towards the stairs.

Yet the evidence showed otherwise. I look down at my mate. She had fallen asleep quickly, her lips parting a little, like they always did. Maybe it was exhaustion that was making her hear him. Still asleep, she rolls away from me, pulling a pillow in against her chest. I wait a few minutes, to make sure the nightmares are not going to start and when I am certain she is heavily asleep. I get up, slipping out of the room. Rhys and Eli are standing in the door frame of the open front door chatting about guard duty.

Bianca one of the girls hoping to be picked for the championship said. " I thought he was your boyfriend. "Nephenia said nudging Ria with her arm. "What are you guys saying?" Ria asked with a smile as she tried to stretch by touching her toes. "It's obvious those two like each other. Since they met at the door the day we met." Anna said. "Rhys is my boyfriend." "Yeah, when Mr Firth called for us, the both of them were somewhere far from the rest of us talking in low tones and they seemed pretty close." Sadie said as she adjusted her sitting position.

His hand reached out to her before she could complete her words, and dragged her to the bed where he forced her on. “Let me go, you jerk!” She tussled against him, until she couldn't. Satisfied with having her pinned to the bed, he brought his lips to her ears. “This is getting old, don't you think?” “What the fuck are you talking about, Rhys?” “Pissing me off as a form of foreplay so I can fuck you,” he answered straightforwardly. “Shut up! You're talking nonsense. I don't want you so much as touching me, you gremlin!”