Page 252 of Reign

She lowers herself carefully until her chest meets the padding.

I take my time positioning her.

I move her exactly where I want her. Spread her thighs and run my hands slowly along the red lines crossing her arms before following the curves they leave bare.

Perfect.

There isn’t another word for her.

Her body accepts every position I give it. Her mouth argues until the instant she chooses obedience. Her mind never disappears inside her submission. She gives me all of herself and somehow becomes more Elena each time.

With Elena, no scene feels like enough.

I want to take her into every room in this club and discover what else makes her breath catch. I want her in my bedroom, my shower, over my desk.

On the kitchen counter while she complains that I’m interrupting whatever she decided she needed to eat.

I want the argument afterward.

I want to untie her, carry her home, and wake up with her in my bed again.

Tomorrow.

The day after that.

Every morning I can imagine.

For the rest of my life.

Fuck.

The rest of my life.

I’m gone.

Elena turns her head as far as the position allows. “Are you going to keep staring at me?”

Bound, exposed, and still rushing me.

“I tied you into something worth staring at.”

“You said you wanted to use me.”

“Impatient.”

“You stopped.”

I run one hand over her ass and watch her push subtly into my touch.

My mouthy, greedy girl.

I step between her parted thighs. She’s already soaked, wetness shining against her skin.

I stroke my cock still hard and slick from her mouth and drag the head slowly through her slick pussy.

Elena shivers and presses back.

“Color?”