The Royal Mark-Chapter 222: Pain Down There

"Everyone will look for us," Arla uttered while they walked fast to the point of almost running in the hallway.

"Then let them look for us. But I think no one will dare disturb the newlyweds on their wedding night," Drake stated as he looked at Arla who was walking behind him.

When they got into their room, they were surprised to see it decorated with candles. There was also a wine basket in the middle of the bed. Drake took the note attached to it and read out loud.

"Dear Drake,

Congratulations to you and Arla on your wedding day. Please don’t think that I put something in this wine and please let this serve as my peace offering. I will continue loving our mother in my own way but I will try my best not to be influenced by her.

I want the three of us to start again, and perhaps Hera if ever they accept me in Qiryn. I hope we can become friends again.

Lovingly yours, Milda"

"Hmm... looks like your sister is reaching out to you," Arla said as she inspected the wine.

"She is making an effort, but I will still be careful. We don’t know what is her motive. But this wine is a rare and expensive one and is specially made for royals. We should drink it, if it has poison then it will be easy to pinpoint who gave it to us," Drake explained.

Arla extended her hands holding the wine glass as soon as Drake removed the cork lid of the wine. He smiled upon smelling the sweet fruity scent of it, something that Arla would like.

"Wow, the taste is expensive!" Arla jested causing them both to laugh.

"But we are not here to just drink wine, are we?" Drake placed his wine glass on the side table on the side of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Arla smirked and continued sipping her wine while watching him strip naked. She laughed when Drake threw his shirt on his face.

"Hey, stop that," she uttered when Drake playfully threw his trousers on her face again.

When she removed it and looked at Drake again, she saw him only wearing his underpants with his hardness very visible. She gulped and waited for what will he do next.

"Come here, my wife," Drake said as he extended his hand which Arla willingly took.

He planted gentle kisses on her lips while they both stood beside his bed. When he pulled away, he gently made Arla turn around and slowly untie her tight corset.

"Ahh, that’s a relief, I can now breathe freely," Arla commented and gasped as soon as she felt Drake’s hands on her breast while he kissed her neck from behind.

"You shouldn’t cage these two tightly," he uttered before pulling down her undergarment and undressing her completely.

Drake slightly maneuvered her so she would face the mirror on the opposite side of the bed.

"Look how perfect and beautiful your body is. No need to use any garments that will emphasize your curves. I don’t want other men looking at my wife," Drake whispered in her ear.

Arla nodded and smiled a little in the mirror meeting Drake’s eyes. She doesn’t know what to say or reply back. She could feel her body burning whenever Drake’s breath will hit her skin. Her heart is beating faster than normal, and his every touch is electrifying.

"Don’t remove your eyes from the mirror, okay?" he demanded.

Arla nodded and tersely replied, "Okay." She saw Drake smirk and kept staring at her with his eyes full of lust and hunger as if she was going to be his last meal making her gulp.

He started kissing her shoulder still staring at her. His left hand touched her left breast once more, caressing and squeezing it alternately. His right hand landed on her navel but soon traveled down south stopping near her slit.

"Are you wet?" Drake asked.

Arla’s face turned redder at his bold question. "I-I don’t k-know," she shyly answered.

She saw Drake smile and said, "Let me take a look."

Drake’s hand slowly separated her folds and touched her entrance. He dipped his finger and spread her wetness to her clit. "So wet..."

Her breathing became faster as Drake started rubbing her clit in a circular motion. She bit her lips when Drake moved closer from behind, pressing his very hard manhood on her back.

His fingers on her clit were becoming more aggressive in its movement that she could not stop herself from moaning.

"Ahh... Mmm..."

She held onto his arm, her knees were getting weak as the pleasure he was giving her intensified.

He suddenly stopped and uttered, "Let’s make you comfortable."

He abruptly carried her, causing her to squeal and they both laughed. Drake positioned her at the edge of the bed before sealing their lips. This time, she felt his neediness in his kiss for he devoured her mouth like a starving wolf.

One of his hands wandered all over her body while the other was affixed on her bosom kneading it and playing with her nipple.

She was out of breath when Drake let go of her mouth. He traced her jaw with his lips. He kissed and licked everything in his path as he headed towards her mound.

She felt shivers on her back when Drake licked and sucked her nipple. It was so good she couldn’t explain it, her mind was going wild.

Drake bit her crown making her moan, "Ahh..." It weirdly felt good.

"Drake... I feel weird," she said.

"Explain," he briefly ordered.

"I... I feel... My... I feel pain down there..." She doesn’t really know what she was saying anymore.

"Where?" he asked.

"You know where!" Arla exclaimed. It was embarrassing but Drake is making her say lewd words even if he already knows what she means.

"I don’t know, so you have to tell me."

Arla rolled her eyes and touched the spot between her legs, "Here! I think we need to stop."