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🔞Rhysand - Wingspan

This takes place in ACOMAF so if you haven't read that book or not past chapter 55, I don't recommend reading this! 

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Gods, you were pissing him off. Quick. Sure... maybe, secretly, you were thanking him over and over again in your mind for getting you out. After Tamlin locked you in that damn mansion of his... you just wanted out and Mor came and got you. But yet... you felt like you should be upset. Or at least act like you weren't grateful. 

"Fucking hell, Y/n." Rhysand grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. His black tunic fitted loosely, revealing the tattoos on his neck. 

"I don't want to do this." You stated, casually tossing the pen to the floor. Rhys leaned closer, studying you carefully. 

"You are going to learn to read and write and you will suck it up and do it. We can't afford that stunt you pulled during the tests with Amarantha." He said firmly, sitting on the edge of his desk as he watched you. You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking at the paper in front of you. 

Come on, darling. You have so much potential but you're holding out on yourself. 

Rhysand spoke into your head. You turned your head, sending him another glare. He only chuckled, tilting his head in amusement. 

"I wish you'd teach me how to do that." You grumbled. 

"Write the phrase on my paper and I will." Rhysand nodded, still grinning in amusement. You sighed, standing up and picking up the quill. 

"What does it even say?" You mumbled as you slumped back onto the chair. 

"Can you sound it out?" He asked, moving off the edge of the desk and moving to stand behind you. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling him hovering over you. You glanced around the room, your focus obviously not on your task. 

"Y/n." He spoke out sternly, suddenly two black wings wrapping around you, allowing only a stream of light in from the top where they weren't conjoined. You gasped, wiggling around to look at Rhys, who just stared down at you with a teasing look. 

"What does it say?" He asked. You frowned, looking down at the paper before crumpling it up and shooting him a glare. 

"No." You stated. Rhysand let out a loud and annoyed exhale as his wings moved back into place, tucking gently behind his back. 

"You are testing my patience, Y/n." Rhysand growled out. 

"Oh, and what're you going to do about it?" You challenged, standing up to face him. He tilted his head, eyes traveling up and down your body before going back to your face. 

"Get on the desk." He spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a confused look. 

"What-" 

"Desk. Right now." He growled, stepping closer. You stepped back and moved to sit on the desk, legs dangling off it as you gazed at him. His purple eyes shown as he flicked his hand and the door to his study locked. 

"Rhys..." You whispered as he leaned close, practically taking your breath away. 

"Yes, Y/n? Have something you need to say?" He purred, hands resting on the desk beside your thighs. You swallowed thickly, unknowing what to say. 

"That's what I thought." He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the pulse of your neck. You didn't even want to ask how he knew your body so perfectly. You let out a little noise as he kissed up your jaw. His hands moved from the desk to your thighs, squeezing and holding you in place. 

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long." He groaned out, lips brushing over yours. Your eyes widened, cheeks going flush as you attempted to clench your thighs but he stood between your legs, blocking them. 

"Is that blush I see?" He smirked, raising his hand and running his knuckles down your cheek. "You look so pretty when your blush." He purred, the curtains suddenly shutting, giving the room a dim lighting look. 

"Rhysand, what are you doing?" You finally managed out. He gave you an amused smirk. 

"I, Y/n, am getting ready to fuck you." He shrugged, hands moving up your thighs to your waist, his fingers feeling up the cotton tunic and pants you wore. You blushed harder, breath hitching. He grabbed the waistband of your pants and you raised your hips, allowing him to pull down your pants and underwear in one go. He tossed them to the floor before spreading your legs further, eyes flicking down to your cunt.

"Look at you," He smirked. "Getting wet already." You bit your bottom lip, looking away bashfully. He chuckled, reaching out and just lightly touching your clit. You whimpered, eyes snapping right back to his.

"You like that, darling?" He asked quietly, his violet eyes gazing in yours.

"Y-Yes." You managed out as he applied more pressure, making your legs switch and thighs try to close but his body kept them apart. You moaned softly, eyes closing as he rubbed your clit with two fingers, applying even more pressure.

"Did the High lord of the Spring court ever touch you like this?" He growled, watching as you squirmed on his desk. "Did he ever make you feel this good?" You moaned again, thighs starting to quiver as you quickly shook your head. Rhysand let out an amused scoff before pulling his hand away. You whined at the denied orgasm.

"Don't worry, darling. You'll cum soon enough." Rhys leaned forward to whisper into your ear. He reached down and undid the strings of his pants. You swallowed thickly, still panting slightly. He pushed them down to his thighs, his hard cock springing out.

"Open those legs wider, baby. Let me see you." He growled, stroking his cock twice. You instantly obeyed, the only thing on your mind was that you were going to get fucked by the High Lord of the night court. He leaned forward, pressing the head of his large cock against your entrance. You nodded, grabbing as his tunic to pull him closer.

"Please, Rhysand." You whispered. He smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours as he kissed you as his cock thrusted into you. You squeaked against his mouth, his cock filling you up in every way. Hitting every soft and sensitive spot inside you.

"R-Rhys!" You cried out as he steadily fucked you, his hands reaching down to cup your ass, pulling you closer. That's when you felt it. That bond. That tug. That snap. You knew instantly what is was. It was something you longed to feel with Tamlin but it was never there... Rhysand looked into your eyes, registering what was racing through your head.

"Now you know why I stole you. You're mine. Mine only. No male ever gets to fuck you, to touch you like this, to speak to you like I do. You're mine. My. Mate." He growled, thrusting harshly into you. You moaned, eyes rolling. Gods, you were going to cum.

"Rhys- Rhys, please!" You cried out, slick sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of your wet cunt filling the room. His soft grunts. His wings twitched and you couldn't up but reach around and softly trace the warm, leathery skin. He growled, wings flaring open again.

"Watch where you touch, darling." He purred out. You moaned again, your orgasm getting closer. His wings were so big. So beautiful. You reached out and continued touching, getting closer to the base of the wing. Rhysand let out a little moan, eyes rolling as he gave you a long and deep thrust that sent you over the edge with him. You moaned, eyes closed as you came around his cock. He filled you up, panting against your neck as his thrusts slowed down.

"Fuck, Y/n. We're doing that again soon." He panted. He raised his head, looking into your heavy lidded eyes. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the kiss now soft and gentle. You really were in love with him now. And there was no hiding it. Not after he mated you like that.