Page 20 of Reign

“Fu…” Chase can’t even get the full curse out.

His eyes turn into burnished flames as he looks on, urging me with his hips to take him all in. When I do, his upper lip curls in satisfaction before his head falls back and he groans to the ceiling.

I’m desperate for more warmth, more soft fire. My other hand massages his balls, pulling gently, and I dip down for an experimental lick.

“Callie…I can’t…” Chase’s voice is nothing but a twinkle at the back of my mind, so focused am I on the now, the him, the physical instead of the pain.

“I want you,” I say between sucks. “Only you. Just this. I don’t want to think about anything else or remember even five minutes ago—”

Chase clasps the back of my neck, tilting my head back as he comes to his knees. His body follows his push until I’m prone on the ground and his naked, hard body covers mine. “Don’t even put the thought of it into existence. We’re here, and you’re mine. Let me take you.”

I nod, my tongue poking between my lips to taste what remains of him on my lips.

His eyes flare. He reaches under my skirt and yanks at my tights until they’re around my ankles.

“Chase!” I yelp when he pushes then holds my legs up straight to the ceiling. I have a thong on, but I’ve never felt so exposed, lying on the hard ground in the middle of a forbidden, forgotten room.

“There’s no time to be precious with you. I need your pussy now.” He palms his dick, his eyes never leaving my center.

In one sweeping motion, he’s gripping both my ankles in one hand while scooting my panties to the side with the other.

My hands smack into the ground on either side of me when he plunges his fingers deep into my folds.

“So wet. So fucking wet,” he rasps, pumping his four fingers, in and out. “I could see it through your G-string, and I’m feeling it now. Fuck, I want to taste you, but if I eat you out….” He bares his teeth and slides his tongue over the top row, his stare anchored to mine. “I’ll come all over this goddamned room.”

My eyes roll to the ceiling, pure bliss settling at my core, then spreading. “Then fuck me,” I grit out, “before I come all over your fingers.”

He repositions, growls, then slams all the way in.

I cry out, cupping and squeezing my breasts in an automatic will to spread the pleasure, my ankles still held up high by the bulging muscles of his arm and the athletic stability of his hand.

I’ve never been fucked with my thighs clenched together, and now I’m wondering why I ever left that kind of sex as a question and not a fact.

I can feel every inch of him, sliding in and out, thrusting, every curve of his dick branded on my skin, in my folds, hitting my g-spot with target expertise.

Chase experiences the same ecstasy, a barely contained loss of control lining his face as he plunges, harder and faster, then moves to hold my thighs, keeping my legs clenched together and my knees falling to my chest as soon as he changes the angle and…

HOLY.

“Chase,” I wheeze through scattered breaths, my fingers curling against the gritty stone floor.

“You’re so tight.” He groans. Pauses. The sound of my shoes leaving my feet then hitting the walls registers in my ears, then Chase tears off my tights. “Wrap your legs around me. Now.”

Legs quaking, I do as instructed, and somehow, though it seems impossible, pull him deeper.

“Come on my cock,” he says, rocking his hips, but his restraint is loosening, the imminent unleashing bright in his eyes.

One more thrust and the smallest tilt of my hips is all it takes for my thoughts explode and my vision to coat with an inner swirl of color.

Chase yells, then collapses on top of me, his breath exploding with short bursts on my breasts, then my neck, until he holds on and kisses my lips.

“I needed this,” he says as he lifts his head, drinking me in with a starry fugue. “I needed you.”

I thread my fingers around his nape. Touching his lips with gentle, velvet kisses. I whisper, “That was a choice?”

I feel his lips curve as an exhausted chuckle leaves his lips. “That will never be a mistake.”

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