I lifted a hand toward that darkness, and met with a soft, silky material-his wing, cocooning and warming me. I traced my finger along it, and he shuddered, his arms tightening around me. "Your finger … is very cold," he gritted out, the words hot on my neck. I tried not to smile, even as I tilted my neck a bit more, hoping the heat of his breath might caress it again. I dragged my finger along his wing, the nail scraping gently against the smooth surface. Rhys tensed, his hand splaying across my stomach. "You cruel, wicked thing," he purred, his nose grazing the exposed bit of neck I'd arched beneath him. "Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ A Court of Mist and Fury ]
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