Page 49 of Made for Reign

All I can do is surrender.

And moan.

And beg, which is humiliating but apparently only turns him on that much more.

“Goddamn, Princess,” he growls against my core, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. “You taste so fucking good. I could do this all night.”

His words push me higher, the coil of tension in my belly winding tighter with each stroke of his tongue. When he slides two fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit, I know I’m not going to last long.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Come for me, Princess. Come all over my tongue.”

I shatter with a cry that I muffle against my forearm, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. Reign doesn’t stop, his tongue working me through every aftershock until I’m trembling and oversensitive.

When the aftershocks finally subside, he lifts me off his face and positions me over his hips. His cock is hard and ready, the tip already slick.

“Now you’re going to ride me,” he says, his voice rough with need. “Slow at first. I want to watch your face when I fill you up.”

My heart pounds as I position myself above him, my hands braced on his chest for balance. The head of his cock nudgesagainst my entrance, and I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel incredible.”

The stretch is intense, almost overwhelming. He’s bigger than I remember, and the angle makes me feel impossibly full. When I’m seated completely, we both freeze, adjusting to the sensation.

“Ride me, Princess,” he commands softly.

I bite my lip. “I’m not sure I know how. I’ve never done this before.”

“Rock your hips. Touch your clit. Do whatever you need to make yourself feel good.”

I start slowly, finding a rhythm that makes us both groan. His hands guide my movements, showing me exactly how he wants it. The friction is perfect, building that familiar tension low in my belly.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. “Look at me while you fuck me.”

The intensity of his stare makes me feel exposed, vulnerable in the best way. I can see everything he’s feeling written across his face—the pleasure, the possessiveness, the raw need that matches my own.

“Faster,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening.

I pick up the pace, chasing the building pleasure. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the quiet room, along with our ragged breathing and soft moans.

“I’m close,” I whisper, my movements becoming erratic.

“Not yet.” In one fluid motion, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him. “I want to be in control when you come.”

He drives into me with deep, measured strokes that hit exactly where I need him. The new angle sends me spiraling higher, every nerve ending on fire.

“Now,” he commands against my ear. “Come for me now.”

The combination of his voice and the perfect rhythm of his thrusts sends me over the edge. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my cry as the orgasm tears through me, my body clenching around him.

He follows with a harsh groan, his face buried in my neck as he empties himself inside me.

“Get ready for bed,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m staying tonight.”

“What if?—”

“I’ll be gone before dawn,” he promises. “But tonight, you sleep in my arms.”

Reign leans in and presses a quick kiss to my forehead, then nudges me toward the bathroom. He’s not just telling me what to do. He’s making the choice for both of us, and for once, I don’t mind being claimed.

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