A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

PLEASEEEE I WOULD HAVE THROWN MYSELF AT HIM IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Tamlin isn’t your keeper, and you know it.” “I’m his subject, and he is my High Lord—” “You are no one’s subject.”

PERIODT!!!!!!!

“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

“Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

FEYRE HAS SO MUCH MORE SELF CONTROL THAN ME

I’d much rather you licked my wounds for me.

PRONTO POLIZIA

Wherever you want to lick me, Feyre. I’d like to start with “Everywhere,” but I can choose, if necessary.

ADDIO

Let’s hope my licking is better than yours. I remember how horrible you were at it Under the Mountain. Lie. He’d licked away my tears when I’d been a moment away from shattering.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I couldn’t breathe hard enough, fast enough, as Rhys withdrew his fingers, pulling back so I could meet his stare. He said, “I wanted to do that when I felt how drenched you were at the Court of Nightmares. I wanted to have you right there in the middle of everyone. But mostly I just wanted to do this.” His eyes held mine as he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. On the taste of me.

I THINK ABOUT THIS SCENE EVERYDAY

My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

I looked to Tamlin. “No more.” Those green eyes met mine—and the sorrow and tenderness in them was the most hideous thing I’d ever seen.

I swear I never liked him. fucking Tampon