Page 445 of Reign

The kiss is hard and claiming. I push my tongue between her lips and kiss her until the irritation leaves her body, replaced by a soft sound against my mouth.

I draw back just enough to speak.

“Hands on the desk.”

I turn her and walk her forward. She places both palms on the wood.

I step behind her.

A measured pull on her hair tips her head back. I kiss the side of her throat once before guiding her down, using my grip to control every inch of the descent until her chest meets the desk.

“Stay there.”

My free hand pushes the dress over her hips.

She’s still soaked from my mouth.

Still waiting for what I refused to give her.

I drag the head of my cock through her slick folds. Once. Then again.

Her fingers curl against the desk.

I position myself at her entrance and push inside in one long, steady stroke.

The sound she makes is broken.

I nearly come right fucking there.

She’s so wet. So hot.

I stay buried to the hilt for a moment, forcing myself to regain control.

I’ll never get used to the way she feels.

I pull back slowly, before thrusting into her again.

Her breath catches.

“I know you need to come, princesa.” My voice is rough above her. “I felt how close you were on that couch.”

I thrust again.

“You’re going to beg for it.”

“No.”

The word is sharp. Angry.

I drive into her harder.

She yelps, body sliding across the desk before I pull her back onto me.

“Beg.”

“No—”

It dissolves into a moan when I snap my hips forward again.