Page 480 of Reign

“Luciano.”

“I like you this way.”

“I noticed.”

She pulls against the rope again.

I slide one hand into her hair and bring her mouth to mine. She kisses me with all the frustration she can’t take out with her hands. Teeth catch my lower lip. Her tongue pushes against mine. Her hips move before I stop them again.

I swallow her protest.

“You’ll get your hands when I’m finished.”

“And when will that be?”

I lift her several inches and bring her down hard.

Her cry breaks against my mouth.

“Eventually.”

I do it again.

Her pussy drags along my cock before taking me back, slick and tight enough to make the muscles in my stomach lock. I set a slow rhythm, lifting her with both hands and lowering her exactly as I want her.

She can’t ride me like this.

She still tries. Her desperation is so sexy.

Every time her hips chase the next stroke, I slow down. When she attempts to grind, I hold her still. When impatience flashes across her face, I kiss it away and make her wait.

The mirror gives me everything her position hides.

Purple lacing flexes across her back. Her fingers open and close behind her. The ring is new enough that every flash catches my attention.

I put it on her hand less than three days ago.

Now that hand is bound behind her while she takes my cock on my lap.

There are moments a man knows will return to him for the rest of his life.

This will be one of mine.

I lift her until only the head remains inside her.

“Luciano!”

“Look at me.”

She does.

I lower her slowly, forcing her to feel every inch returning. Her lips part as I fill her again. I press her down firmly and circle her hips against me, grinding the base of my cock into her clit.

Her eyes flutter.

“Keep them open.”

She obeys.