Page 443 of Reign

“You taste perfect, princesa.” I drag my tongue back to her clit. “Fucking perfect.”

Her head falls back. The pencil stops.

So do I.

Her head lifts. “Luciano.”

I look up at her from between her thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted.

“What did I tell you?”

Her gaze drops to the sketchbook.

“To keep drawing.”

“Then draw.”

She stares at me for another second before putting the pencil back to the page. Her hand trembles, leaving an uneven line behind.

I reward her immediately.

This time, I suck her clit into my mouth while sliding two fingers inside her. She arches against the couch with a sharp cry.

The pencil keeps moving.

Barely.

I curl my fingers and find the place that makes her pussy clench around them. The wet sound of every thrust fills the room as I work her with my hand and tongue.

Her thighs tremble on either side of my face.

“Keep that fucking pencil moving, princesa.”

I can see the pencil moving in short, unsteady strokes. Her free hand crushes the edge of the sketchbook while her hips roll against my mouth.

I curl my fingers again.

“Luciano—”

“Sketch.”

The command comes out against her clit.

She drags her attention back to the page, but the lines have lost all precision.

Her breathing turns sharp and high.

She’s close.

The pencil slips from her hand.

I stop.

Her protest is raw.

I withdraw my fingers and lift my mouth from her. She’s left open and wanting.

Her dazed eyes find mine.