Page 251 of Reign

My chest tightens.

“Greedy girl.”

Her eyes smile at me.

I slide back into her mouth and use it properly this time. Deeper. Steadier. I let myself feel every second of her throat working around me and every helpless sound she makes.

She takes it beautifully.

My girl.

My impossible, infuriating, perfect girl.

I pull free with a low curse before the last of my control disappears.

Elena breathes hard beneath me, gasping. Her lips are swollen and shining. The red rope digs into her skin with every rise and fall of her chest, but the challenge in her eyes hasn’t dimmed.

I crouch and take her jaw in my hand.

“You think you won.”

She smiles. “You’re the one who had to stop.”

I laugh quietly and kiss her.

Her lips part in surprise before she melts into it as my tongue moves against hers. I wanted to use her mouth. That doesn’t mean I want it silent for long.

When I pull back, she’s looking at me differently.

Softer.

Dangerous in an entirely new way.

I slide my hands beneath her arm and lift her carefully to her feet. Her bound arms leave her unsteady, so I hold her against my chest until she finds her balance.

My palms move over the ropes, checking the tension and the warmth of her skin beneath them.

“Hands?”

“Fine.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

I kiss her temple.

“I’m not finished with you.”

“I assumed that from the situation.”

I smirk against her skin.

There’s that mouth.

I turn her slowly and guide her toward the padded bench. When her thighs reach the edge, I keep one hand around the ropes at her wrists while the other settles against her waist.

“Forward, princesa.”