Page 282 of Reign

The desperation in her voice hits me like a fist.

I do it again. Slow pull, hard slam. Her body jerks against the straps.

“Luciano!”

I press harder between her shoulder blades as I drive into her again. I need the contact. The way she yields beneath my palm, trusting me with all that control, it makes something dark and obsessive twist low in my chest.

I fuck her in those same hard, measured thrusts. Each one deep enough to punch the air from her lungs. Each time she sobs my name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

“Luciano!”

“Luciano!”

I lean over her, chest to her back, lips near her ear, still driving into her with that same relentless rhythm.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “Scream it. Let me hear how badly you need this cock. You gave me control, mi vida. Every soft, perfect inch of you. Now say my name while I use it.”

I slam in again, harder this time, and the way she sobs my name is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

She’s so tight around me, so wet, the slick sounds of every thrust fill the room.

“Look at you,” I growl against her ear. “Strapped down and taking every hard fuck like a perfect little slut. Your cunt is dripping down my balls. You’re going to come for me just like this—face down, ass up, screaming my name while I fill you.”

I shift the angle, driving deeper, grinding against that spot that makes her entire body seize. Her next cry is higher, more desperate.

“Luciano. Fuck—please!”

“That’s it. Beg. Let me hear how badly this pretty cunt needs to come on my cock.”

She’s shaking beneath me now, thighs trembling against the straps, breath coming in broken sobs.

“Come,” I order, voice low and rough. “Come for me. Soak my cock while you scream my name.”

She shatters.

Her whole body locks, cunt clamping down so hard it nearly steals my breath. She sobs my name like it’s the only word left in her, the sound raw and wrecked as she comes, pulsing around me in wave after wave. I keep thrusting through it, hard and steady, dragging every last tremor out of her until she’s whimpering and oversensitive.

Only then do I let myself go.

I bury myself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and come hard. The pleasure tears through me so intensely my vision goes white at the edges. I stay buried inside her, cock twitching while the last of it spills from me, my weight braced above her trembling body.

I lower my mouth to the space between her shoulder blades.

One kiss. Then another.

Slow. Possessive. Almost reverent.

Her skin is damp and warm beneath my lips. I taste salt as I move to the curve of her shoulder, then the nape of her neck, breathing her in while her heartbeat gradually slows beneath my palm.

This is the happiest I have ever been.

The realization strikes with enough force to hollow out my chest.

It has nothing to do with the orgasm still pulsing through me. It’s Elena trusting me with every sharp, brilliant, vulnerable part of herself, knowing I will never destroy what she places in my hands.

Three words rise inside me so suddenly they nearly leave my mouth.

I press my lips harder against her shoulder and swallow them.