feysand alone at the river house. fanart: galanterrr

when rhysand showed feyre the illyrian sauna tradition

“meu amigo em meio a tantos perigos. meu amante, que tinha curado minha alma quebrada e exausta. meu parceiro, que esperara por mim contra todas as expectativas, apesar da sorte.”

feyre’s camera roll

“there had been nights when I'd barely waited for Rhys to enter the bedroom before I'd ripped his clothes off, before I'd dropped to my knees and taken his cock deep in my mouth”

“love has a way of reminding us that we are not what has happened before we found it” — Feyre's feed

Rhysand backed Feyre against the wall, letting the water run down their skin. His hand went up to her face, squeezing. It didn't matter if they were letting the icy water run down their bodies, the fire glowed before them both.

feysand in illyria

you got the best of me now i'm standing here undressed

“Do you want me to eat you, Feyre?” He said softly, a pure smile on his lips. Feyre nodded, pressing her lips together. Rhysand looked at her with satisfaction, pulling her to sit on her lap, running his hands over her skin. “Then i'm going to fuck you, love.”