Page 429 of Reign

Then, “You’re still taking too long.”

I stare down at her.

Always a fucking brat.

I pull my hand free, bring the wet fingers to her mouth, and press them against her lips.

“Open.”

She does. I slide them over her tongue and she sucks without being told, eyes still locked on mine. I lean down until my mouth brushes her ear.

“Want to test how much patience I have left tonight?”

Her breath catches. She mumbles “No” around my fingers.

“Good answer.”

I take them out of her mouth, drag her underwear down her legs, and toss them aside. I push two fingers back inside her—slow, deep, curling. She tries to close her thighs around my hand.

I slap the outside of one thigh, sharp enough to sting.

“Stay open.”

She whimpers. That soft, broken sound I fucking love.

“Eyes on me, princesa.”

She does, panting, eyes glassy. Her hands start to move again. I catch one wrist with my free hand while my fingers keep working inside her.

“Where did I put these?”

“Above my head.”

“And where are they now?”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re annoying.”

I almost smile.

She puts her hand back where it belongs.

“That’s my pretty girl.”

That does exactly what I knew it would. Her whole expression changes. I see it. Feel it. And whatever restraint I had left starts burning away.

I pull my fingers free, shove my towel off, and settle between her thighs. The head of my cock drags through her wetness once, twice, then I push inside in one long, controlled stroke until I’m buried.

Elena’s mouth opens on a silent cry.

I lower myself over her and catch her mouth again to stifle my own groan.

I start moving in deep, steady thrusts. My mouth leaves hers only long enough to speak against her lips.

“Fuck, this pussy is perfect. Obsessed with it. Obsessed with you.”

She moans under me.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?”