Oberyn could barely contain his moans as Reyna circled her hips above him. The things his wife could do to him… it was like he had never experienced sex before.

"Do that again," he hissed as she squeezed herself around him. Reyna smirked, repeating the motion and leaned down to capture his lips. Oberyn grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped them so he was now on top. With a snap of his hips, he began to pound into her, craving the moans that were pouring from her mouth. He bit down onto her shoulder territorially, addicted to giving her his marks.

"Oberyn!" She nearly screamed and Oberyn knew that he had her in the palm of his hand. This was his favorite moment, when Reyna became a quivering, moaning mess, barely able to string two words together.

"Right there," she breathed out as he managed to hit a particularly deep and sensitive spot. Her nails raked down his back and she locked her ankles around his waist. He could always tell when she was close, and she was giving him all the signs.

"What do you want, wife?" He panted right into her ear. Reyna wound her hand in his hair and yanked it so that they were looking into each other's eyes. Oberyn's moves faltered as he saw the desire flare in her eyes.

"Make me cum," she hissed, giving his hair one more hard tug. Oberyn quickly obliged and he soon followed afterward. He rolled off his wife and lay on his back, admiring the ceiling of Reyna's new room. This room had once belonged to his sister Elia, and if anyone should take it up again it should be his wife.

"I will never get tired of this," Oberyn groaned as Reyna rested her head on his chest. He traced invisible patterns on her sweaty back as the two relaxed, trying to regain their breath.

"Which part? The sex or this?" Reyna teased, rising on her elbow to look at him. Oberyn chuckled and turned to take in her post-sex appearance. Her normally coiffed hair was in unruly curls around her shoulders, her perfectly pale skin was a blushed rose, her skin was dewy with sweat, and her eyes were still bright from the after effects of her orgasm.

"Both," he finally replied, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Reyna laughed at that and slid off the bed, walking naked to the wine jug by the door. Oberyn watched her naked ass as she walked away, already becoming hard again. Just as Reyna was about to pour a cup of wine there was a knock on the door. Reyna had just enough time to slip on a robe before Oberyn's middle child, Elia, walked in. Oberyn threw a blanket over his lap, leaning up on his elbow to greet his daughter.

"Hello child," he smiled, patting the spot on the bed next to him. Elia reminded him so much of her namesake, his own older sister. She was adventurous and rough, while also still being quite the lady. She was probably the closest in age to Reyna, just three years her junior. He was hoping that the two would become fast friends.

"Can I steal your wife from you?" Elia asked, turning to look at Reyna. Reyna tilted her head curiously and something about the innocent way she looked turned him on even more.

"As much as it pains me, I'll allow it. What are you stealing her away for?" Oberyn asked as he rose from the bed to dress. Elia turned her head to give him some privacy; she was the most conservative of all his daughters.

"We need her opinion on dresses for tonight's party. We thought she'd be of the most help to us," Elia smiled. Reyna returned her new stepdaughter's smile and turned to the closet to pick out a dress.

"Will Myrcella be there? I'm surprised that I haven't seen her yet," Reyna asked as she dressed. Oberyn couldn't help but sneak up behind his wife just as she had dropped her robe. She let out a naughty little giggle and smacked him on the shoulder.

"She's been staying with Trystane at the Dayne's for the past week. She should be back soon," Elia explained. Oberyn felt his wife chill at the mention of the Dayne's but she seemed to brush it off and continued to dress.

"Let's go, Elia. We must make you all look fabulous for tonight!" Reyna trilled as she hopped up to the younger woman. Oberyn could tell her exuberant spirit was just a way to prove to him that she was fine, but he saw right through that.

"Bring her back in one piece please!" Oberyn called after them as they rushed through the door. Now that he was alone, Oberyn figured that he should spend some time with his brother before the festivities. He found Doran in the gardens, overseeing the decorating. Orange roses had been planted especially for Reyna, a touch that Oberyn knew his wife would appreciate.

"What do you think?" Doran asked, turning his head to take in his little brother. Oberyn smirked and placed a hand on Doran's shoulder, looking around the courtyard approvingly.

"My wife will be pleased. She prides herself on her planning skills, but she may have met her match," Oberyn teased, sitting on the garden wall so that he could face his brother. Doran only smiled, continuing to look around.

"I need to talk to you about my wife," Oberyn stated plainly. Doran looked at his brother with curious eyes, clearly uncertain where this conversation was going to lead.

"What exactly would you like to discuss?" Doran asked, calmly placing his hands in his lap.

"I'd like to discuss my wife's relationship with Lord Aren Dayne," Oberyn said, his tone becoming hard. Doran began to look around nervously. He began to play with the blanket in his lap and was doing everything he could to avoid the question.

"They were engaged when they were young, but they broke it off two years later and she returned to Highgarden. What more is there to say?" Doran asked, finally meeting his younger brother's eyes.

"Reyna told me that you were the one to break off the engagement," Oberyn responded suspiciously. Why was Reyna's past being shrouded in secrecy like some political plot?

"That's right, I did. They were so young, and I felt that the Lady Reyna could do better than some small Dornish knight," Doran laughed as he wheeled himself down the pathways. Oberyn stood and followed his brother at a leisurely pace.

"I wouldn't exactly call Lord Dayne a small knight. He's Arthur Dayne's nephew and he wields the sword, Dawn. Any woman would be lucky to have him," Oberyn argued.

"It's young love, Reyna asked me and so I broke it up. She must have changed her mind," Doran replied hurriedly.

"You keep changing your story. What really happened?!" Oberyn shouted. Doran stopped and faced his brother, looking up at him angrily.

"Drop it, brother. Enjoy the festivities tonight and we shall talk no more about it. If your wife decides to confide in you then fine. But I will not divulge the lady's secrets, especially not without her permission."

And with that Doran wheeled away, his shoulders hunched in anger. Oberyn scoffed and rushed inside, ready for the party to start so he could do some observing.

,