Page 479 of Reign

Her eyes narrow. “Are you planning to do anything?”

“This is something.”

“This is sitting.”

“This is you sitting on my cock in my collar with your hands tied behind your back.” I look over her shoulder at the purple pattern reflected behind her. “I’m having an excellent evening.”

She releases an offended breath.

I smile and bring my mouth to her throat.

The leather is warm now. I kiss the center of it, then follow the lower edge until my lips find her pulse. It jumps beneath my mouth.

She chose this.

The collar has no meaning beyond the one she decides to give it. Tonight, she asked me to fasten it around her throat, then stood beautifully still while I wound rope around her body.

That choice does more to me than the sight.

My mouth travels lower. I hook my fingers beneath the glittering straps covering her breasts and push them higher, baring her completely. Then I draw one nipple between my lips.

Elena arches.

The movement grinds her clit against the base of my cock.

A moan escapes her before she catches it.

I do it again deliberately, holding her hips while I press her down and roll her against me.

Her thighs tighten around mine.

“Luciano.”

I suck harder.

Her bound hands pull against the rope. I see it in the mirror—the impatient flex of her wrists, the diamond trembling between purple lines.

I lift my head.

“Do you want your hands?”

“Yes.”

“So you can do what?”

“Touch you.”

“Where?”

Her eyes narrow. “Everywhere.”

My cock throbs inside her.

I tighten my grip before my body answers for me.

“Give them back.”

“No.”