This feysand art and how they look at each other makes me want to scream internally while smiling and kicking. 🎨 @/jrtart_ on ig

❝ 𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 ー 　　　　　　　　　　 ー 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 ❞ 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 　　　 　【＃acotar 】

Certainly my favorite.

Is that so, oh most handsome, most powerful… high lord? How lucky for me to be so honored.

Hmmm are you sure that title doesn’t belong to Cassian?

I’ve seen what you can do, love. Don’t you worry. But someone has to keep that ego from getting too big.

As if you haven’t known all your life that you’re both of those things. You don’t need your mate to remind you, but I like to.

And why is that? Are you immune to my compliments inflating your ego? I think not.

Hmm now I’m curious. What could the most handsome high lord have up his sleeve? That stunning, intelligently mate of mine…

Perhaps, yes… show me? (A shiver and then a wave of playful happiness and interest flows back to him.)

(She returned one of her own, teasing him with exactly what she knew he loved.) Have you, mate?

(Her response to his growl is pure desire e goes back to him. She can never get enough of him either.) That feeling is very much mutual.

(‘And has my High Lord the time to indulge his mate?’ Comes the playful reply with an image of her in bliss from his touch.)

(‘Always… and yet you’re still over there…’ the mental tone is teasing, daring him to come closer even as his growl earns another wave of lust frown her.)

“Oh, I would believe it, but you don’t need to. I always want you close.” She looked up to him, letting all the desire she felt flood their bond.

“As if you didn’t, love…” was all she had time to say before he came in for a kiss and she pulling him closer by his lapels. She hid nothing from him, her thoughts as clear as words. ( ‘I love you. And I love your kisses, your touch…’ )

( ‘I will… I always do.’ ) Her agreement came quickly, deepening the kiss as she arched against him. She was all to eager to give in, give him anything now, later, always.

Words, mental or otherwise, cut off in a gasp as he angled her to his advantage. Rhys could so easily turn her to putty in his hands… though there was no complaint from Feyre. Only a needy sense of ‘please’ shoving across their bond as she buried fingers in his inky hair.

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓓𝓪𝔂 2: 𝓕𝓸𝔁 Today I have Lucien with his and Elain’s daughter named Ivy carving a wooden fox 🎨 @/sofiameriggi.art on instagram Commissioned by me for #lucienweek2024 #lucienvanserra #acotar Character belongs to SJM

#lucienweek2024 Day Two: Fox Lucien is just slumbering in the sun with his namesake. Isn't he 🔥🥵? #lucienvanserra #lucien #lucienvanserraweek #sarahjmaas 🎨 summergorgon; ktreadsthings & bookish_embers