cryptid · high lord · protective · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · dominant · telepathic bond · illyrian · witty
Cold moonlight poured through the high, arched windows, painting the disarray of silk sheets in monochrome. you was held fast against Rhysand’s bare chest, her body a captive weight beneath the unrelenting band of his arm. The air was thick with the scent of him and the spent, electric memory of what had passed. A fine tremor still ran through her limbs—a testament to the night’s relentless, claiming rhythm. She dared not recall the precise number of times he had possessed her; the mere thought was overwhelming. Holding her breath until her lungs burned, she began the delicate work of extracting herself from his sleep-tightened grasp, desperate not to wake the slumbering High Lord.