23. Leila

TWENTY-THREE

LEILA

S he finally allowed Rehn's men to pack up all her belongings and relocate them to the main castle. It was funny seeing all she had in various boxes. Change was scary, but she had chosen to stop being afraid and embrace it.

After much bargaining with Rehn, which she may or may not have used sex to get the advantage, he agreed to let her keep using the queen's quarter for her sitting room. A place of her very own for her to do her bidding. May it be studying, a hobby, or a place to momentarily get away from it all.

Another selling point for her continued use of the queen's quarters was that she didn't have to share a closet with Rehn. He had a much bigger wardrobe than she did. However, Idris's wife continued to bring her new outfits quite regularly, which she was sure Rehn had some say in choosing.

It had been made abundantly clear, several times, that she would not be sleeping in the queen's quarters. Her place was in Rehn's bed and that was where it would remain. She wasn't one to argue with him, nor did she want to. There was nothing she enjoyed more than being wrapped up in him.

The last box had been unpacked and she surveyed the room. It wasn't as much of a culture shock as she had imagined. Her little touches added a feminine ambiance to the room that she liked. The verdict was still out with Rehn, however.

"How about a little christening of your new room?" Rehn whispered from behind her, pulling her hair to the side as he nuzzled into her neck.

His body rumbled with a deep carnal satisfaction as her fingers deftly explored and squeezed his pulsating length. He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes locking onto hers in a silent plea for more. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being.

Growling lowly, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue expertly teasing hers. The delicious friction of their bodies combined with the tantalizing taste of his mouth sent her spiraling into an abyss of raw desire.

He ran his fingers lightly down her sides to where she cradled him so lovingly. His grip was firm and unyielding as he guided her hands back up his body and over his chest. The carnal heat swirling through them crackled in the air, a testament to the raw passion they both harbored.

He dipped his head lower, tracing a path downward with his tongue over her belly, closing in on the soft folds that were already slick and waiting for him. He found her there, ready and willing, and he wasted no time in exploring every crevice of her. She was hot to his touch, and wetter than the ocean's depths for him. His hands traced every curve of her body as he feasted on her.

His tongue painted intricate paths across her flesh, spiraling around her nub before plunging within her heated core. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the room as she reveled in the skillful artistry of his oral talents.

She writhed beneath him, hips bucking in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue. He drank in her moans of pleasure, taking delight in each one. His hands gripped onto her thighs as he continued his exploration.

In one swift motion, he surged upward to align himself with her entrance; he thrust forcefully into her welcoming warmth. Their bodies moved rhythmically together, their breaths coming out in harsh pants as they savored the intoxicating sensations that swept over them.

Their lovemaking was wild and passionate, a dance of lovers lost in each other's desire. The air crackled around them with the heat of their intertwined bodies, their skin slick with sweat as they gave into their primal needs.

"You are mine," Rehn called out as he continued his furious onslaught of her pussy. His claiming of her, so raw, so passionate made her desire soar to new heights.

"Yes, I'm yours. Always yours," she panted through gritted teeth, nearing her breaking point.

"Yes, you are, fuck," Rehn pistoned his hips in another direction and sped up his thrusts. His climax was close too, she could feel it. Just as he was about to come, she felt his teeth pierce the skin on her collarbone.

The sting of his teeth biting into her sensitive flesh shot through her like a bolt of lightning, igniting a fiercer flame within her. A guttural growl resonated from deep within him as he marked her, asserting his claim over her in the most primal way possible. His teeth sank in deeper, enough to remind her that she was his. His body stiffened as he spilled himself into her, his dick pulsating in rhythm with the beating of his heart.

She gasped, clutching onto him tighter as the sensation of being marked sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her whole body quivered under him, and her inner walls clenched around him in response to the savage possessiveness in his actions. Her second climax crashed into her as she saw stars behind closed lids.

They rode out their highs together, both of their bodies shaking and trembling under each other's touch. He stilled, panting hard against the crook of her neck. His teeth slowly unclenched from her skin, leaving a set of tender teeth marks embedded in it. He traced the mark with a gentle finger, further asserting his claim on her.

"Now it's forever," he whispered into her ear as they lay there, spent and sated.

"Forever," she whispered back, her fingers tracing patterns onto his back.

Their bodies remain entwined for what seems like an eternity; their breaths synchronized in a beautiful symphony of love and possession. Their hearts pound like drum beats, thudding echoes of their shared desire and satisfaction resonating throughout the room.

It was more than mere physical satiation. It was claiming and possession at its most primal level. They were laying bare their souls to each other, accepting the rawness of their passion, and it was enticingly beautiful.

And so it went on, endlessly, through the night. Their bodies tangled in a beautiful symphony of lust and love until exhaustion finally overtook them, and they fell asleep tangled in each other in the bed. It was now their shared bed.