Page 477 of Reign

My fiancée.

Breathtaking.

I move behind her and close my mouth over the rope between her shoulder blades. The fibers drag roughly beneath my tongue before I catch the warm strip of skin below them.

Elena shivers hard enough to disturb the entire pattern.

I do it again.

The purple fibers scrape my tongue. Her skin beneath them is hot and impossibly smooth, the contrast sharp enough to tighten my jaw. I follow the lacing lower, catching each narrow strip of exposed flesh with my mouth. Rope. Skin. Rope again.

Elena shivers every time my tongue crosses from one to the other.

I had this room restocked with purple and black rope after the first time I saw the color against her. Rafael called it excessive.

Rafael has never seen Elena like this.

I close my mouth over the skin beside her spine and suck until her back arches. The movement pulls the pattern taut across her body, deep-purple lines shifting over glittering black straps.

Beautiful.

I straighten and turn her by the waist.

The full image hits me at once.

Black leather circles her throat. Narrow straps cross her breasts and ribs, revealing more than they conceal. Purple rope frames every soft curve before disappearing behind her, where her wrists are secured at the base of her spine.

Her newly placed diamond flashes between the bindings.

My fiancée.

The word has lived in my head for days, and it has already destroyed what remained of my restraint.

I guide her backward until the leather chair catches behind my knees. When I sit, she stands between my thighs, watching as I undo my pants.

Her gaze drops.

I take my cock out and stroke it once.

Elena wets her lips.

“Come here.”

My hands close around her waist and lift her astride me. Her knees settle on either side of my thighs, leaving her body open above my cock. Without her hands, she has nothing to steady herself. Every shift in her balance belongs to me.

I hold her there and drag the head slowly through her wetness.

Once.

Again.

She tries to lower herself.

My grip tightens.

“I didn’t tell you to move.”

Her eyes lift to mine, bright with the defiance I’ve never managed to fuck out of her.