Eighty Five : Another Warning?

Rhysand really didn't hurt me, like what he said earlier.

But he punished me in another way.

A way I could barely resist, and more like the pleasure that was so deep inside me.

We making love.

Hard, and rough.

And he is so greedy that all I do is become a submissive party under him. I was unable to do anything and it lasted until late afternoon, where dusk was already gracing the beautiful New York winter sky. I sleep on my side, and Rhysand is behind me. He hugged me tightly and put his face on the nape of my neck.

I'm so tempted to drown myself in this thick blanket, and sink into the arms of the giant man behind me but I'm thirsty, and hungry, and it forces me to move. I sat up on the bed and almost staggered back because Rhysand's arms were tugging at me. Clucking, I let go of his hands.

"Go back to sleep, Princess."

I snorted. "I'm starving." I answered hoarsely, and my throat felt dry. Realizing what was causing it... my face warmed up.

"Where is your voice?" he asked, opening o