2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

“I’ve had a long, long time to think about how and where I want you,” Rhys said onto
the skin of my neck, his fingers sliding under the band of my pants, but stopping just
beneath. Their home for the evening. “I have no intention of doing it all in one night. Or in
a room where I can’t even fuck you against the wall.”
I shuddered. He remained long and hard against me. I had to feel him, had to get that
considerable length inside of me—
“Sleep,” he said. He might as well have commanded me to breathe underwater.
But he began stroking my body again—not to arouse, but to soothe—long, luxurious
strokes down my stomach, my sides.
Sleep found me faster than I’d thought.
And maybe it was the wine, or the aftermath of the pleasure he’d wrung from me, but I
didn’t have a single nightmare.