Page 483 of Reign

She breaks.

Her body locks in my arms. The first contraction closes around my cock so tightly that my vision blurs. Then another takes her. And another.

Elena cries out, eyes still fixed on mine while the orgasm tears through her. Her bound hands strain in the mirror. The diamond scatters light across the purple rope.

I keep moving her.

Each stroke drags another shudder from her body. She’s dripping until the pressure building at the base of my spine becomes impossible to contain.

I pull her down and bury myself as deep as I can go.

My teeth close over the collar at her throat as I come.

Pleasure hits hard enough to blank my mind. My hands clamp around her, holding her tight against my body while my cock empties inside her.

For several seconds, the room disappears.

There is only Elena.

Her heartbeat beneath my mouth. Her body trembling in my arms. The quiet creak of rope as her fingers relax behind her.

I stay like that until both of us can breathe again, then lift my mouth from the collar.

She leans against my chest, unable to put her arms around me. I hold her closer to compensate, one hand spread between her shoulder blades and the other firm around her waist.

“I would touch you if someone hadn’t tied my hands,” she mumbles against my neck.

“I know.”

“This is your fault.”

“It frequently is.”

Her lips brush my skin. “You sound proud.”

“I’m holding my fiancée on my lap after making her come.” I kiss her temple. “Allow me the moment.”

A quiet laugh leaves her.

I keep her there until the tension leaves her body.

When I finally lift her, my cock slips free and my cum spills between us. I settle her astride my thighs again, keeping one arm securely around her waist while I reach behind her.

Her fingers move easily when I touch them. Warm skin. Good color.

I loosen the first knot.

The corset pattern gives way slowly beneath my hands. Purple rope slips from the hooks one section at a time. I watch the faint impressions appear across her back in the mirror, following each newly revealed line with my fingertips.

By the time I reach her wrists, Elena has gone soft against me.

I free one hand and massage the feeling back into it before releasing the other. Her arms come forward slowly. I rub along both forearms, working away the remaining stiffness while she watches me.

The diamond catches between us.

I turn her wrist and kiss directly beneath it.

Then I reach for the collar.