Page 26 of King of Forest and Fur

With her dress now hanging loosely, barely clinging to her body, Rehn felt a rush of vulnerability washed over by waves of exhilarating freedom.

The intensity of his gaze was a tangible force as he shifted his attention to her eyes, seeking permission that was eagerly granted without a spoken word. His fingers traced lower, exploring with reverence and curiosity, charting unseen territories guided by her sighs and gasps.

As the last barriers of fabric fell away, the room seemed to hold its breath, the firelight playing across Leila's skin, casting shadows, and illuminating her in a warm, golden light. Rehn's fingers continued their journey, now unencumbered by any cloth, sliding over her smooth skin with a gentleness that belied his overwhelming desire. Each touch was like a brushstroke on a canvas, painting sensations that swirled and dipped into the color of passion.

Leila's back arched slightly, pressing closer to Rehn's body as his fingertips found the silken contours of her inner thighs. Her breath caught in her throat. Rehn watched her face intently, each flicker of her eyelashes and each soft bite of her lip egging him on.

His movements became more purposeful as he explored further, his hands writing promises on her skin and whispers of what was to come.

Leila's hands clutched at Rehn, pulling him ever closer. Her gasps grew sharper as he found the crest of her arousal, his touch expert and knowing. With each gentle stroke, he guided her toward the precipice, her body tensed in exquisite anticipation.

The world narrowed to just the two of them, the crackling fire casting a primal glow over their entwined bodies.

Time seemed to suspend, the only reality was the touch and the warmth enveloping them. Rehn's fingers danced a meticulous rhythm, drawing moans from Leila's lips, each sound a melody to his ears. The heat between them rose, not just from the fireplace but from the fervor of their combined essence, mingling in the cool night air.

Her body was a canvas of colors, each touch and sensation painting a new shade onto her skin. He reveled in the firmness of her body against his, grounding him as he explored uncharted territories with her. Her lips tasted of desire and need as they met his in a kiss that opened the door to endless possibilities.

As she spiraled toward her climax, her breath mingled into a frantic rhythm, chasing oxygen amid the intensity of their connection. Her breaths were heavy with lust and the deep desire to worship every inch of him.

With one final caress, he sent shivers down her spine and through her entire being, unleashing a storm of pleasure that crashed over her.

The aftermath left them both breathless, hearts pounding not only from their experience but also from the realization that they had discovered something new and exhilarating together.

ELEVEN

LEILA

Leila was still coming down from her post-orgasm high when she felt Rehn come up and position himself between her legs.

"Tell me now, Leila, if you don't want this," he said with his husky voice. "Because it is taking every bit of restraint I have right now to continue being a gentleman."

Her conscience told her this was a terrible idea, giving herself to him would allow him to think he held some sort of stake over her. But her body was a traitor, arching to feel his erection held captive in his slacks.

"I want this, Rehn. Please," she begged.

"You don't have to beg with that pretty mouth. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it," he snarled as he began to unbutton his slacks.

She hastily leaned up and began to claw at his shirt, trying to rid him of this barrier as fast as possible.

"Patience, Leila. We have all night," he grinned.

When he was bare to her, she took the time to admire his rugged physique. His thick biceps, his taut chest, the smattering of hair leading down to a massive erection, beads of precum leaking from the top.

Her breaths became short and shallow as she watched him lean in closer, his eyes locked onto hers like a predator stalking its prey. His fingers brushed against her bare thighs.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her back and making her quiver in anticipation. "I want you so badly." He moved his hand lower, caressing the bare skin of her mound. She arched into his touch, whimpering as pleasure rippled through her core.

His fingers found their way inside, teasing along the folds of her pussy, pushing two fingers deep inside with ease. He groaned softly against her ear, "Still so fucking wet, it’s time I have a taste."

Leila gasped as he pulled away from their embrace and began his descent between her legs. Her heart pounded in her chest when he finally assumed the position and stared up at her with a haunting smile. She licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of him.

Her breath caught in her throat as Rehn leaned down toward her, his dark eyes ablaze with desire.

His lips brushed against her inner thigh, followed by a sharp intake of breath as he took in her scent - a mix of arousal and fear mingling in the air. Her legs trembled beneath him, anticipation building within her like a storm about to break free. She couldn't help but close her eyes and bite down on her lip when he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her pussy lips, tracing the outline before teasingly nipping and tugging at them.

A loud moan escaped from Leila's throat as Rehn finally engulfed her in pleasure. He sucked and lapped at her pussy like a man starved. And she was on the precipice of another orgasm. But just as she felt the tide rolling in, he withdrew.

“Not yet,” Rehn whispered, his eyes heavy with desire. “The next time you come will be on this dick.”

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