Page 442 of Reign

“Thank you, princesa.”

I bend and press a kiss to her forehead.

Her expression goes completely blank.

I almost laugh. “Back to work.”

Her mouth falls open.

I turn away.

“Are you serious?”

I leave her on her knees and close the door behind me.

An hour later, I find her on the couch in the living room, legs tucked beneath her and her sketchbook open across her lap.

The soft dress has ridden high on her thighs. She’s focused, pencil moving in clean, deliberate lines, unaware that I’ve been standing in the doorway long enough to memorize the way her mouth softens when she concentrates.

I walk over without speaking.

She looks up when I stop in front of her.

I take the sketchbook from her lap and place it beside her. Then I catch one ankle and draw her leg out from beneath her, followed by the other, setting both feet on the floor.

Her eyes stay on mine as I sink to my knees.

I slide my palms along the insides of her knees.

She opens for me.

I push her dress up around her waist and pull her hips to the edge of the couch in one firm motion. Her bare pussy is already slick from everything I denied her earlier.

I return the sketchbook to her lap.

“Keep sketching.”

Her brows pull together. “What?”

I place the pencil back between her fingers.

“You keep drawing.” I spread her wider and lower my mouth toward her. “If the pencil stops, so do I.”

Her eyes light up.

Then I put my mouth on her. The first taste pulls a groan from me. I drag my tongue through her in one slow stroke from entrance to clit. Her entire body jolts, but the pencil continues moving.

She moans.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before drawing it between my lips. Her hips twitch beneath my hands.

The line she’s sketching wavers.

I suck harder.

Her thighs pull inward around my head. I press them apart with my forearms and continue, working her clit until another choked sound catches in her throat.

I push my tongue inside her, feeling her tighten around it.