Page 33 of King of Forest and Fur

Rehn groaned deep in his throat as she moved up and down with a rhythm all her own. His hands were on her hips, guiding her moves while he thrust upward every time she came down. She bit her lower lip to suppress the moans that threatened to pour out with every thrust.

She noticed he watched as she found pleasure in him. His large hands roamed over the expanse of her skin, memorizing her every curve.

"That's it, Leila," he praised with breathy grunts woven through his words. "You look so beautiful like this. You were made for this dick, look how well I fill you."

He kept filling her repeatedly, each thrust hitting the spot that made stars dance behind her eyelids. Her movements became more desperate as they chased their release—her hips grinding against him while they both rode out the storm of passion between them.

"Rehn! I’m going to come,” she cried out as tremors seized her body, signaling the impending climax.

"Hold on, baby, where you go, I go." He increased his pace to bring them to their peak together.

The air filled with their impassioned cries as they gave way to the overwhelming pleasure, their bodies fused together in a wild rhythm that was uniquely theirs. Their pulses hammered in satisfaction, sweat-slick bodies undulating in the throes of their shared ecstasy. Leila found herself spiraling through pleasure under Rehn's skilled command, their journey toward satisfaction a dance they mastered with ease.

As the crescendo of their shared release faded into the twilight, they clung to each other, gasping breathlessly in the aftermath. Rehn gently kissed Leila's forehead, his large hands tracing the contours of her body in reassuring strokes. Her form molded to fit his, a stunning unity that was as captivating as it was intoxicating.

"That was remarkable," he whispered against her skin, his words laced with a softness that made her heart flutter.

She remained silent, too lost in the blissful haze, but she felt his affirmation resonate within her core. Their intimacy was something profound and indescribable. It was like they were tethered together by an invisible thread that pulsed with their shared energy. It was bewitching, all-consuming, a testament to their undeniable chemistry.

Rehn traced circles on her bare back as they basked in the soft glow of satisfaction, their bodies sated yet still humming from the intensity of their coupling. Leila rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart which matched hers beat for beat.

They fell into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s embrace—two bodies entwined in an intimate dance even after their physical desire had been satiated.

The sensations between them didn’t end with a heated climax; instead, it continued to thrum under their skin—the lingering touch, the slow rhythm of breaths they shared and the palpable serenity that encased them in its gentle fold.

“Leila, there’s a reason sex between us is out of this fucking world,” he stated with earnest eyes.

Leila found herself wanting to agree quickly, but lingering thoughts crept in and she just remained silent.

It was in these moments—those intimate seconds that stretched into minutes, that Leila was reminded of their shared bond, their phenomenal synchronicity. The feeling… yes, the indescribable feeling of being one. The draw was magnetic, a force they couldn’t resist, nor would they want to. Their passion was beautiful, as natural as breathing and as essential as the beating of their hearts.

Before falling victim to her feelings, she found herself withdrawing from Rehn, hesitant to grab her clothes. He looked up at her, trying to read her silence. She simply smiled, tossed him his pants, and said, "We better get going, I hear there are bears out here at night," She hoped her humor would distract him from the fact that she stayed silent after his comment - an answer she already knew internally.

SIXTEEN

REHN

When Rehn awoke, it was with lingering dreams of the passion he’d shared with Leila the previous evening. Opening his eyes and seeing her there by his side stirred his blood to life.

He reached out and ran a finger over her spine, taking in how soft her skin felt against his touch. He ran the finger back up again, resting in her dark hair. He curled a single lock around the finger, the feeling of silk surrounding him. Finally, he caressed the side of her face, feeling her long lashes flutter against his skin.

Leila stirred at Rehn’s touch, sighing in delight as she began to wake. Rehn marveled at how she seemed to glow in the sunlight streaming through the drapes on his bedroom window. She stretched her arms along the silk sheets before opening her eyes and greeting the king with a smile.

“Good morning,” she said. She was a beacon of perfection. The sheets seemed intentionally placed to maximize Rehn’s growing lust, giving him just enough of a peek to entice him to dig further. She let out a soft yawn, covering her mouth with her palm, and giggling gently before settling back against her pillow.

“Good morning.” Rehn sat up and leaned over his mate, punctuating the greeting with a soft kiss. Everything felt as it should; his inner bear was somewhat peaceful. There was still an air of unrest over refusing to claim her fully as his mate, but this sort of domestic tranquility they’d found themselves in would suffice.

For the time being.

But Rehn knew there was a chance it was all going to end very soon, if not that very day. They were making progress on tracking down Leila’s attacker. And while he was determined to do so, he knew identifying the man would lay the path for Leila thinking herself safe again, eventually leaving his care, and returning to her old life.

Without him.

So he stalled, making the bed seem as enticing and peaceful as possible. Just to capture a small amount of time between them. As long as he could.

Rehn pulled Leila against himself, peppering her with gentle kisses that were greeted with contented sighs. She squirmed against him, a feeling of need growing between them both. He hoped they could greet every morning this way, just lost in each other completely.

You could if you claimed her, his inner bear growled. He was growing restless again, but the inevitable hanging over his head gave him even further pause. What would she think if he announced this now when her safety was on the horizon? That he was lying, manipulating her for his own gain.

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