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rowan-buzzard-whitethorn:

Dude. I see your question, and I raise you a picture response.

(credit to @merwild of course)

I just love literally everything about the Inn scene. How they are eating and Rhys is like “that’s it. I want you”

And all the T E N S I O N

THE COCK TWITCH (lord have mercy am I into that or what)

How tightly he holds her

WATCHING HIS HAND MOVE DOWN THERE AND HE DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE FEYRE TURNING AROUND TO KISS HIM

Dudes who are vocal about how much their woman is turning them on like yes.

“When you lick me,” he said roughly, “I want to be alone— far away from everyone. Because when you lick me, Feyre,”… “I’m going to let myself roar loud enough to bring down a mountain.” I was instantly liquid again, and he laughed under his breath. “And when I lick you”… “I want you splayed out on a table like my own personal feast.” I whimpered. “I’ve had a long, long time to think about how and where I want you,” Rhys said onto the skin of my neck, his fingers sliding under the band of my pants, but stopping just beneath. Their home for the evening. “I have no intention of doing it all in one night. Or in a room where I can’t even fuck you against the wall.”