Page 196 of Reign

I pull away the second before she breaks.

Elena’s cry is pure outrage. “Luciano, damn it—”

I laugh, low and rough, watching the furious flush climb her throat.

Dios, I love her like this. Sharp mouth, furious eyes, body still twitching for a mouth that isn’t there anymore. I could get addicted to this woman without even trying.

I already am.

I sit back on my heels between her spread thighs, undo my pants and free my cock. Thick, heavy, hard. I wrap my fist around myself once, slow, then drag the slick head right over her swollen clit.

Her protest dies instantly.

She goes quiet. Watching. Breathing hard. Eyes locked on the place where I’m rubbing myself against her, slow, coating the tip of my cock in everything I just tasted.

I watch her face the entire time and feel something dark and satisfied settle in my chest. That look. Hungry. Helpless. Completely focused on what I’m doing to her.

I could look at that every day for the rest of my life.

Damn. I might be gone.

I slide the head of my cock lower, through all that slick arousal, and focus on her face as I start to push inside.

She’s desperate.

I can see it in every tell—the way her ankles keep pulling against the purple silk, the way her fingers curl tight around the restraints at her wrists, the sharp little catch in her breath the second the thick head of my cock starts to stretch her open. I force myself to go slow.

One inch. Then another.

My jaw locks hard because fuck, how could I forget how good this feels?

The bathroom had been frantic. Stolen minutes with no time to savor anything.

This is different. This is my bed. My ties. My pace.

I settle one hand flat on her lower stomach and press down slightly. Her breath stutters.

“Breathe,” I tell her.

“I am.”

I smirk down at her. “No you’re not.”

Her eyes flash. “I’m sorry I’m not doing yoga breathing while I’m tied to a bed.”

I push in another inch just to hear the way the word leaves her.

“Fuck—”

I chuckle because fuck is exactly right. She’s so tight around me I have to lock every muscle in my body to keep from sinking the rest of the way in one thrust.

“You feel that, princesa?” I murmur, rocking the smallest bit deeper. “How full you already are and I’m not even halfway in? Don’t resist me.”

She whimpers, hips twitching against the mattress.

“I’m not resisting anything,” she manages, voice strained. “You’re just taking too damn long.”

I brace my free hand beside her on the bed and lean over her, until my mouth brushes her ear.