Page 428 of Reign

I kiss her harder. No hesitation. No distance. Elena makes a soft sound against my mouth and tries to pull her hands free—not because she wants away, but because she wants them on me.

I tighten my grip.

“No.”

Her eyes open.

“Luciano.”

“You asked me to take control.”

A spark appears in her expression. I’ve missed that fucking look.

“So let me.”

Her lips part. Then she settles beneath me.

Beautiful.

I release her wrists only long enough to move her where I want her.

“Hands back.”

She puts them above her head without being told twice.

My gaze drops to the bruises on her arm. Rage flickers through me. I kill it before it gets anywhere near her. Tonight belongs to Elena.

I drag the nightgown up her body until it’s bunched under her breasts, then cup her pussy over the thin fabric of her underwear. She’s already warm. Already wet. My palm presses firm against her and she sucks in a breath.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes meet mine.

I slip my hand under the waistband. Two fingers glide over her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Don’t look away.”

She pants. “I wasn’t planning to.”

Smart mouth.

I almost smile. Instead I catch her chin with my free hand and kiss her again. She melts into it for approximately three seconds before impatience wins and she starts grinding against my fingers, trying to force them lower.

I stop moving.

Her brows pull together. “What?”

“You’re rushing me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. Grinding this pussy all over my fingers like you’re desperate for me to fuck you with them.”

Her cheeks flush. “I’ve been waiting. I want it.”

“So have I.”

That quiets her for half a second.