I opened my eyes long enough to peer down, to where I could see him joined with me, moving so achingly slowly in and out of me. “Do you like watching?” he breathed. “Watching me move in you?” In answer, beyond words, I shot my mind down the bridge between us, brushing against his adamant shields. He let me in instantly, mind-to-mind and soul-to-soul, and then I was looking through his eyes—looking down at me as he gripped my hip and thrust. He purred, Look at how I fuck you, Feyre.
