Page 478 of Reign

I hope I never do.

“You look entirely too impressed with yourself,” she says.

“Look at you.”

“That isn’t a denial.”

“It wasn’t intended to be.”

Her chin lifts in quiet satisfaction.

I run the head of my cock through her again, coating myself in the slick heat waiting between her thighs. A soft breath escapes her. Her hips attempt another small descent before I stop her.

“You asked me to put my collar around your throat, princesa.” I look pointedly at the black leather. “Did you expect me to behave normally afterward?”

“You’ve never behaved normally a day in your life.”

A laugh leaves me.

There she is.

My hand leaves my cock to tighten one arm around her waist. I bring my other hand beneath her jaw. My thumb settles against the frantic pulse below the collar.

“Color.”

“Green.”

I lower her.

The first inch pulls a sharp breath from her. Her body stretches slowly around me, wet and tight and so fucking warm that my own breath stalls in my chest.

I keep going.

Her lips part. Her bound hands flex behind her, the diamond throwing small flashes across the mirrored wall behind her as I ease her lower. Every instinct demands that I pull her down and bury myself in one hard movement.

I ignore every one of them.

This is mine to control.

I watch her face as I give her another inch. The delicate tension between her brows. The flush spreading over her chest. The way she tries to remain quiet until the fullness forces a broken sound from her throat.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take your time.”

“You’re the one taking your time.”

“You’re impatient.”

“You’re slow.”

I lower her the rest of the way.

Her breath leaves in a rush when my cock fills her completely. I lock both arms around her and hold her there, her ass resting against my thighs and every tight pulse of her pussy wrapped around me.

Neither of us moves.

Elena shifts experimentally.

“No.”