Page 444 of Reign

“You stopped sketching.”

“You made me.”

“That was the point.”

I press one slow kiss directly to her swollen clit.

She shudders.

Then I rise.

I clean my fingers with my mouth, savoring her taste while she watches, breathing hard, her dress still gathered around her waist.

I take the pencil from the cushion and place it on the open page.

“Finish your sketch, princesa.”

Then I leave her there.

***

I’ve been hard since I left her on the couch.

I sit behind my desk with my cock in my fist, stroking slowly beneath the wood. The taste of her remains on my tongue. Every time I remember how her thighs shook—and the look she gave me when I stopped—my grip tightens.

I’ve waited long enough.

I pick up my phone with my free hand and type.

Come to my office, princesa

The bubbles appear. Disappear. Appear again.

Then nothing.

I hear her footsteps a minute later. Soft, but heavier than usual.

When the door opens, she has that small frown on her face. The one that crinkles her nose whenever she’s pissed and trying not to show it.

It almost makes me laugh.

I continue stroking.

She stands inside the doorway with her arms crossed, looking at me like she’s two seconds away from telling me to go fuck myself.

“What?”

“Come here. Shut the door.”

She stares at me for another second before obeying. The door clicks shut behind her.

She walks around the desk and finally sees what I’m doing.

Her eyes widen slightly.

I rise from my chair and step into her space. My hand slides along the side of her neck and into her hair, fingers tightening gently at her scalp.

I tip her face up and take her mouth.