It meant we had another few hours and a new room to live in. Silently, I followed Anwen inside and closed the door, only to find her stunned and unmoving, looking around the room.
“What is it?” I immediately asked and went to her, but she did not reply, only shifted to me and grabbed my jaw to turn my face towards the closet wall. It looked familiar, though I did not know how to place the memory, so I took her silent advice and looked across the room, where I immediately recognised the sofa. And the small table with the wooden chair. And the ficus in the corner. We were standing in a perfect replica of Anwen’s sitting room back in the Evigt forest, the place where we shared so much, where we liked to stay up late at night and watch stories on her device. To the right, white doors announced what I guessed would be the kitchen and when I pushed them open, I spotted many similarities to the one from the mansion. Even the sink was onyx coloured and some boxes of cereal rested by the right side, just like Anwen had them back then.
“This is creepy as fuck,” it was my mate who uttered what we both thought, as she stepped towards the part where the stairs would have been situated to open another door. By her gasp, I didn't have to look inside to know it would mimic her own bedroom back in the queen’s mansion.
I didn’t know what kind of games Rhylan was playing, but one thing was certain. If he had put so much effort into recreating the home we shared together in the forest, it couldn’t be for nothing, which meant that our stay could turn out longer than either of us hoped for.
“There’s a clock on the wall in the kitchen, so at least we can keep track of time,” I announced, adopting a positive tone and hoping she did not realise the same thing I had.
“Urgh, this guy is obsessed with Boss,” her voice echoed from the bedroom. “At least we have clothes, lots of them.” After a few more seconds I heard her say, “And there’s a TV and lots of DVDs, some are not half bad.”
I didn't know what a DVD meant but I felt glad that she was focusing on discovering things and did not share my concern regarding our new living arrangement. Maybe that’s what Rhylan intended, to give her a safe space and keep her occupied with mundane things. Was all this for her?
“How’s the kitchen?” she popped her head out from the bedroom door, biting her lips.
I smiled, understanding what she was asking. “I’ll go prepare something for you.”
“Do you mind if I take a shower in the meanwhile? There’s an actual shower installed in here and running hot water,” she said with excitement.
“Of course,” I replied, feeling guilty for sullying the water that first night, forcing her to wash with cold water from the tap.
Thoughts of my naked and very wet mate kept me distracted in the kitchen, but I managed to create some sort of sandwich with the cut meats and cheeses I found in the fridge, yet another word Anwen had taught me. I cut it in two triangles, the way I saw her do hundreds of times before and grabbed a cold drink, then headed to the bedroom with the plate.
By the sound coming from the bathroom, she was still in the shower. My heart started thumping in my chest, prompting me to go in, to help her wash and caress every part of that body.Calm the fuck down,I hushed myself and the growing thing between my legs. She needs to rest and she needs quiet, the least important thing right now is your wants.
Fuck it, I urged myself as I shifted from bed, abandoning the sandwich and the drink on the cover, and opened the bathroom door to be invaded by a hurricane of hot steam.
“Anwen?”
“Wash my back?” I heard her voice through the pouring water andimmediately leaped at the opportunity, sliding the flimsy curtain that did absolutely nothing to disguise her body in its transparency.
She passed a sponge so full of foam that looked like a cloud and turned, displaying her backside to me. So I did as requested and washed her back in temperate strokes, containing as much self-restraint as I could but her round ass invited me for a squeeze so I lowered the sponge, extending my caresses onto her lower back until I reached the area I so craved to touch.
Anwen giggled, and by all the goddesses, it was the sweetest sound I heard in my existence. I kneeled to her, a goddess in herself, begging to be allowed to taste her, my hands not abandoning the claimed territory.
I slid my palm to her centre to show my intention and a slight moan announced her permission. I lunged at her core, drinking from her like from a fountain after hours of hard training, my lips and tongue fighting for possession, claiming more and more of that sweetness.
Anwen spread her legs wider to allow my chin to pierce through and I pushed her onto me, making it feel like she was taking a seat on a very blessed chair, which became my mouth.
I binged at her centre, feasting until I could not feel my mouth, and even then I wasn’t ready to let go, having Anwen’s depths hammered onto me, while my head sustained her weight, with only her hands gripping at the shower curtain.
I did not stop until she called for me over and over in between moans, pants, and screams, each time shattering onto me a bit more, until she said my name so many times I was sure it had become impossible to forget. When my mate started begging for me, I listened, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wider, while splaying her front to the wet wall, the hot stream of the shower covering us as I thrust deep and hard, pushing my entire length inside of her with that first movement.
“I love it when you are so ready for me, fahrenor,” I groaned and started to move with sheer force, my testicles slapping onto her womanhood from the velocity of the movement. Anwen shattered again, making her pleasure known to the entire court but I did not care. I only wanted to be inside my woman, lose myself into her, abandon every last shred of me.
She felt exquisite around my body, the missing piece I had longed for my entire life, and every thrust made me discover a forgotten part of myself. I pumped into her mercilessly, enjoying how deep she was receiving me, every inch begging to reach further. I let myself go, be abandoned into the sensation while my throat escaped sounds of pleasure that I had never in my life, uttered before then. Only with her, only with my mate. With the way her body was contorting onto mine to reach the deepest connection, the way she turned her head in that hazy state between pleasure and madness to find my lips. To show me that even then, even when she was losing herself in the deepest pleasure, she still craved for more of me.
When I found my release, Anwen’s body relaxed, turning into a trembling mess in my arms, her legs shaking so hard that I knew they could not sustain her weight.
I grabbed her in my arms and walked her to the bedroom, spreading my mate’s wet body on the bed, then ran back to grab a few towels and wrapped her in them, using a large one for her hair. I tried and miserably failed to do that twist all females magically knew how to do, but at least I made her giggle with my useless attempts.
“I love you,” I whispered before kissing her lips and she threw me a giddish smile.
“I know,” Anwen turned to me and grinned pleased, “You give me food and orgasms,” my mate barely managed to speak through her hazy state.
“I’ll give you anything you ask for, my love,” I smiled and kissed her lips one more time, bringing the plate of food closer and placing it on her lap.
“Eat while I wash quickly?” I suggested.
