"Don't you think..."

"I've just got a letter from Dad. I sent one to him asking if they were still in the jungle just a day before yesterday and he replied surprisingly fast." Lyne slipped open the envelope, removed the sheet of paper, and read out the content.

"Hello, dear daughter. It has been a while since we last spoke or saw. I know you must be thinking that I have forgotten about you or that I do not think about you. However, I want you to know that I..." She paused as she looked at her Father's scrawny writing on the paper. Those words were heavy to read out just as they had been heavy to leave his mouth. 

Zeidan moved closer to her and as she leaned against his bare chest, she read out the rest but skipped the three powerful words. "A lot has been going on. In south Jungle of course but the important ones are that Korba and Azrael will be getting married next tomorrow at our Kingdom at South Park, in Los Angeles city. Another one is Olivia was found in the forest trying to hunt and when I was about to chide her, I found a rabbit firmly held in her jaws." Lyne smiled as she imagined her little sister bringing home a rabbit in her jaws.

"Your sister is growing." She heard Zeidan's voice behind her and she nodded.

"Yes, but it's unlike my Dad to let her go hunting. I suspect one of my siblings must have connived with her and taught her how to hunt. The rabbit was made up to make her father proud of her."

"Damn, Lyne. How did you know all of that?"

"Grew up twenty years watching over my siblings, how can I not know all their motives?"

"Hmmm." He sighed and pulled a strand away from her face. 

"What are you doing?" Lyne whispered.

"Having a good time with my wife."

"Doesn't look like it." She smiled up at him and she could see a flint of mischief in his eyes. "Naughty boy."

"Come on, you think I can ever get enough of you?" He asked and he was right, even she can't get enough of him.

"Not at all. So, what do you propose we do tonight?"

"I don't know. You tell me." He pulled her close and kissed her fully on the lips, nibbling at her lower lips. A moan escaped her mouth.

For a while, they kept playing with their lips deeply engrossed in tasting each other. Soon, Lyne pushed him slightly and led him to the bed so he could lay on his back. 

"Give me a second." She winked and disappeared into the bathroom.

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The shower ran down her hair and when she was done, she got out and wrapped a red robe around her body. She took the dryer from the changing room and dried her hair with it. It was still sleek but it had stopped dripping. She went out to the room and Zeidan was still on the bed, a shoulder propped up to support him and his head was bent over a magazine that has a man on the covers wearing a tuxedo. That man was Zeidan. He looked sexy with his hair not nearly brushed as usual but it looked like she could play with them, and run her hands through them. Just like she can run her hands over his sleek, smooth chest. He was wearing trainers short that were cotton made and he could see the bulge of his hard length. She already imagined them between her legs and suddenly, her body was shivering. This man had cast a spell on her that she never prayed for to stop. The way he plopped casually on the bed aroused her and she couldn't wait to jump on him, straddle herself on him and ride herself to glory but it would be wise to take things slow and enjoy the moment. She looked at the bedside clock and realized it was past eleven. 

"Hey." She called softly and he looked up at her, his innocent eyes turning sensual immediately, accompanied by the way he licked his lips. 

He flung the magazine across the room as he began to sit up. 

"Well, fuck whatever I'm doing. Come here." His breathing had changed and from his shorts, it was evident that her body was turning him on.

"No. Not yet." She let the robe drop from her shoulder, her eyes fixed on Zeidan as she did so. She made sure her movement was gracious and sexy and soon, she was standing in front of her husband, naked and without shame. 

She climbed the bed like a predator trying to prey on its victim, her blue eyes glittering. She got to where he laid and ran her hands over his length, hard and ready and the way he gasped was an encouragement for her to go on. Lyne went up his abs and the hard but smooth masculine plates of his chest, stopping abruptly by the nipples and running them between her fingers, receiving a pleasing response from him. She could tell from the way he moved that he was enjoying her touch. He lifted his hand to touch her but she pinned it to the bed, hovering above him, her hair gathered around him and their eyes fixed. She felt something within her with the way he looked at her and smiled. She smiled back before spreading her legs to sit on his waist, pinning his hips as well to the bed. Then she began like an artist starting a work of valuable art meant for a reputable royal family. 

Lyne started by kissing his lips, tasting him. And God, he tasted like ice cream. Or so she thought, but he did taste heavenly. While working her lips around his, her hands were doing wonders on his body. One hand was on his shaft, caressing it with a gentleness he himself had used on her before and the more she worked around it, the harder it became. The other hand was all over his chest, adoring and admiring the work of art his body portrayed. Every ounce of his body screamed masculinity, courage, and perfection. Soon, she moved from kissing his lips to running her tongue through the hollow of his throat, down to his chest where she played with the nipples on both sides. She felt him shiver and at once, she was like the master and he an apprentice. His breath was getting ragged and he could hear the plea at the back of his throat. When she would glance up at him, her mouth still on his skin, he was closing his eyes and savoring the moment. He looked like he had never been treated that way before. 

When she was done, she pulled his shorts down and was greeted by the evidence of him wanting her so badly. It faced her and as excited as she was about this sight, she placed a kiss on it. A part of him that had already become a part of her these past few weeks. She heard Zeidan draw in a deep breath and she knew keeping him waiting was only torturing. 

Flipping her hair backward, she rose and resumed her former position where she sat on his hips, her legs bent under her. When she had settled on him, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, as she went on to ride Zeidan who kept releasing a satisfied groan. Back and forth she went and soon, they were both in the same league, moving in the same rhythm and with one heart, one soul. The bodies conjoined to speak of their binding love that kept growing day after day. After a moment, their paces increased and Lyne was clutching Zeidan's shoulder for support as they kept moving. His shaft coming in and out of her. A moment of pure pleasure between the two as they shared bodies, messages of how they love each other, and want each other, and they were both screaming. Wanting more of each other. Soon, she felt her claws coming out and her teeth.

"Not this time. No, not this time." She repeated to herself as she clutched Zeidan to herself, her breast crushed against his chest. Her claws were digging into his skin and she couldn't control it but Zeidan didn't even flinch. When he would look into her eyes, his eyes were pure black. His powers were back? 

"Lyne, are you ready for this?" He asked and knowing what he meant, she nodded.