Re: Rhys | Madison
Rhys threw his head back in laughter and his violet eyes took in her eyes. Mother above, he wanted to get her out of here and do all sorts of dirty things to her, but Rhys knew how much effort she put into her look.
"I think even I may hit my limit of beignets," he joked. He grinned at the comment about the perfect finishing touch.
He sobered at the mention of Hell. "I'd wager you're correct."
"Then, let me take you out on the dance floor as we start this serious thing." Rhysand leaned over and kissed her, arm going around her waist.