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You were bored, and couldn’t sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy these days, even within the protected walls of Velaris. You knew the walls of Velaris would hold forever, but you weren’t sure they could contain your lover.
Dreaming of Rhysand was all you’d been able to do, ever since the war. You’d tried to forget him, forget that he wasn’t really yours. You knew that Rhysand was not your mate, but it didn’t matter. You still loved him with all your heart.
“Looking for something in specific?” A sexy and lazy voice drawls from behind you.
You jump, and nearly drop the little paperback romance you’d been toying with to the ground. Rhysand catches it, and you think you could get used to the vision of him on his knees in front of you.
“Hi,” You exhale shakily. You’d been a member of the elite band of warriors stationed at the wall. You had the scars to prove it—but he just looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
You flush prettily. “It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”
A shadow crosses Rhysand’s face, “I can’t either, and I know you’re often down here reading.”
You quirk a brow and fidget, “Oh? Did one of the priestesses tell you that?”
“Perhaps.” Rhysand croons.
“I missed you,” You rasp, your voice has gone all scratchy at the sight of him looking at you, taking in your breasts and hips.
“I missed you too.” Rhysand tilts your chin toward him and you let him kiss you.
His hands tangle in your hair and you think you could definitely go for more of his sex. Rhysand was a passionate lover, who was never sated until you were boneless and deliriously in pleasure.
But Merrill might be back soon, might go to see where you’d gone—even though it was late the old priestess liked to make small talk with you. “We should be quick.”
So your skirt is moved to the side, up over one hip, and Rhysand moves your underwear to one side. You let him bend you over one of the little desks in the library. Gods, this was all kinds of wrong.
“Don’t let anyone see us.” You whisper and Rhysand gets you all sticky and wet for him.
No one sees you, and you even manage to clamp down on your moan when he makes you see stars and spills into you.
Your thighs are sticky with his seed, and he grins. “Thanks for the ride,” Rhysand grins, and you take his hand.
Rhysand freezes for a moment, and though you are not mates, he is the only one for you.
“Don’t go?”
“Alright, if the lady insists.” Rhysand grins and you walk out of the library, and he flies you to the House of Wind and you both spend the night curled up, with Rhysand reading your smutty book to you, until the wee hours of the night.
You both fall asleep around dawn.
He’s still there when you wake, a bit of drool on his pillow, and you’re happy to have helped him rest so thoroughly. You hitch the covers higher and go back to sleep.