The moment his hands touched her hips, her hands moved to slid around his neck, and she melted against him. Kissing him was quickly proving to be her favorite activity. His lips were soft. So very soft. And, Mother, he felt a marvel, even with clothes on, pressed against her.
When he pulled away, she wanted to complain. She wanted to grumble. But instead, Feyre laughed lightly. "Oh yeah? What enchants you more?"