Page 27 of King of Forest and Fur

He placed himself between her spread legs once again and lowered himself carefully onto the couch. His warmth surrounding her made Leila feel even more aroused; she could feel every inch of his hardness pressing against her stomach while he positioned himself. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what was about to happen next. Rehn lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and positioned himself at the entrance to her tight heat – their bodies aligned perfectly – both eager for this union but hesitant at the same time. She closed her eyes tightly as he pressed forward slowly but surely into her wetness until he was fully seated within her.

"Ahh, Rehn!" A small cry escaped from deep within her at the feeling of fullness and stretching pain mixing together so wonderfully.

“So fucking tight,” he growled out as he started moving slowly inside her. Each thrust was deliberate and measured while they began rocking their hips together in unison like two dancers learning an ancient rhythm.

His hands roamed over every inch of available skin possessively. His deep voice whispered dirty words in her ear, making her shiver with pleasure. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, their skin sliding against each other like silk. She reached for him, eager to feel his heat.

As they picked up speed, their moans turned into gasps for air. She gripped him tightly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he growled lowly and kissed her neck and collarbone. Sweat slicked their skin as they moved faster and faster, lost in the passion between them.

The room spun around them as they neared their peak together. Leila's body tensed with every thrust, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Rehn's mouth found hers and they kissed desperately while reaching their climax together.

With one final powerful thrust, Rehn released himself inside of Leila, sending them both into a state of blissful exhaustion. They lay panting and shuddering under the intensity of their shared orgasm.

With every gasp of breath, her eyes fluttered open to find him waiting for her reaction. He watched with intense hunger as she looked at him, embers of passion still burning bright in her gaze. Her body felt sore and full from his possession, yet it was a good kind of ache; she never knew such pleasure could be so intense. His eyes dipped to where he'd just been, his head tilted curiously as if wondering if he hurt her—but from the way she leaned into him now, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him closer… she knew she was relaying that he hadn't.

"Hold tight," he murmured against her neck. She obeyed without thought, trusting in the man who held her so tenderly. He scooped her up into his arms carefully and carried her to his bed down the hall.

The walls of Rehn’s bedroom were adorned with rich, deep tones that seemed to mimic the night sky outside. A king-sized bed sat in the center, its black comforter and pillows invitingly rumpled, matching the darkness of the room itself.

The curtains were drawn shut, letting only a faint glow from the starlight filter through the windows. The air smelled of cedar and vanilla, mixing subtly with the scent of their sweat and passion. As they stumbled toward the bed, her muscles trembled as he carried her toward it.

She nestled into his broad chest, feeling safe and protected despite their needy breathing starting to slow down to normal levels. The soft rustle of fabric filled her ears as they settled onto the mattress. It almost sounded like waves crashing against rocks.

The sheets felt cool against her hot skin as she slipped down from his arms. When he lay down, she pulled him close for another tender embrace. She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair while placing gentle kisses along his neck and collarbones, relishing in every sensation that coursed through them both.

Rehn managed a small chuckle when she sucked on his earlobe playfully before pressing closer still, their bodies molding seamlessly together. Their hearts raced against each other's chests like thunder against a stormy sky as they caught their breaths together.

Leila gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed red from exertion and desire fulfilled. His hand trailed delicately down her side before cupping one of her hips gently—a reminder perhaps?—making her shiver slightly at his touch despite them both cooling down considerably from their passionate moments ago. He smiled reassuringly down at her before leaning over to grab a pillow and placing it under her head as he propped himself up beside her on an elbow, mirroring her position.

"Stay with me tonight," he said as his lips brushed across hers once more before trailing downward to nip at her jawline--his stubble rough against her soft skin sending shivers throughout the length of her spine once more.

"Okay, but I’m a cuddler, just so you know," she joked. He only smiled in response.

His fingers traced delicate patterns on her stomach, lightly sending goose bumps in response. Hers mirrored this action by running through his brown hair again soothingly while watching him intently out of the corner of her eye. This man who had just taken such possession over her body now showed an unexpected tenderness which made it all even more surreal for Leila.

She couldn't help but feel as if she was dreaming yet couldn't bring herself to wake up just yet wanting more moments like these where he made everything seem like poetic bliss rather than reality's harsh truths constantly nipping away at them both.

"If I can handle the snoring, I can handle the cuddling," he said with a grin. He quickly grabbed her and tucked her into his side. The warmth of his body and beard soothed her aching limbs. "Get some sleep, beautiful one," he said with a kiss to her forehead as he leaned over and turned off the lamp beside the bed. Darkness overtook the room, but despite it all, she never felt more safe.

TWELVE

REHN

Waking with his mate snuggled in his arms was about the best way Rehn could imagine ending his rest. He couldn’t remember a time when he had slept so soundly. The closest might have been after intense training when he’d hardly had the energy to take off his armor before falling into his bed. He much preferred the exercise he and Leila got up to last night. With his fingers stroking her arm, he wanted another round.

The doors to his bedchamber opened and servants wheeled in the cart for his usual breakfast. His stomach rumbled, smelling the food. The noise, or his stomach began to rouse Leila. She let out a yawn, and stretched, pressing her body against his. The servants quickly left the room, leaving the cart behind, and closing the doors behind them

Leila froze. She must have realized where she was and who she was with. It only took a moment for her to relax, but then her stomach growled, too, sending Rehn into chuckles.

“Good morning,” he said, fingers moving down her arm. “It sounds like you’re as hungry as I am. There’s more than enough for two. Would you like me to bring the cart closer?”

“Please,” she replied.

Rehn slipped from under the covers and stood. He felt Leila’s eyes on him even with his back to her. The attention had him beaming a smile. Knowing she was his fated mate, it was to be expected but that didn’t stop him from basking in it, and that went double as she herself did not know yet. Still, he snatched his clothes and slipped them on.

Leila sat up in bed, pulling the covers up and holding them under her arms for a modicum of modesty with her legs pulled close. Her eyes tracked Rehn as he moved the cart closer and sat on the bed beside Leila’s feet. She reached out and grabbed a bowl of sliced fruit while Rehn picked up two bacon strips and started eating.

In the silence of the moment, Rehn couldn’t help but fixate on telling her the truth about their status. Last night had been everything he could have wanted and she seemed to enjoy their time together as much as he had, still did, judging by her stolen glances at his naked chest while she munched on a slice of apple.

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