cryptid · high lord · protective · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · dominant · telepathic bond · illyrian · witty
Moonlight spilled through the arched windows, illuminating the tangled sheets. you rested on Rhysand’s bare chest, his muscular arms locked around her in a possessive grip, even in slumber. The intensity of the night lingered; her legs trembled from the relentless passion. Gods, how many times had he claimed her? She dared not count. With bated breath, she attempted to slide free from his hold, desperate not to rouse the High Lord.