Page 203 of Reign

I don’t.

I can’t.

“Princesa,” he says, and this time there is command in it. “Look at me.”

I force my eyes open.

His expression is focused, almost kind.

Like he knows one wrong word could make me close every door he’s spent all night opening.

His fingers release my jaw. The hand braced beside my head returns to my lower stomach, his thumb stroking slow circles over the place that feels like it’s betraying me.

“You’re not going to pee, mi vida,” he says, voice low and certain.

My face burns hotter.

I want to sink into the mattress and disappear. “It feels like it. It feels…too much. Like I can’t control it.”

“You don’t have to control it.”

I blink at him.

A small, dark smile appears. “What your body is about to do is beautiful.”

I stare at him, mortified. “Beautiful?”

“Yes.” He lowers his mouth to my jaw, kissing there. Slow and careful. Like he knows exactly how close I am to bolting inside my own skin. “That pressure building inside you? It isn’t wrong. It’s your body getting ready to let go differently.”

My throat works.

His hand presses a little more firmly over my stomach, and I hate the way my pussy clenches around him in answer.

“You’re going to squirt for me, Elena.”

I go completely still. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“You don’t need to know how.” His mouth moves to my throat, lips brushing over my pulse. “Your body already knows. You only need to stop fighting it.”

The words sink into me, filthy and reassuring at the same time.

My pussy tightens around him, and his breath roughens against my neck.

“Do you want to continue?” he asks.

I swallow.

The embarrassment is still there, but something else moves beneath it.

Curiosity. Trust. Want.

“Yes.”

“That’s it.”