Page 36 of Reign

That’s ironic since he once told me that he couldn’t give me all of him.

Reading my thoughts easily, he gives me a side grin and says, “You have all of me. All the parts I knew I could share and even those I never thought I’d find again. I cease to breathe when I can’t see you. The sun ceases to shine when you’re mad at me…or worse, disappointed in me. You woke the beast that lives within me and I can’t get him to quiet back down. So tell me, are you ready to give yourself to me forever?”

There’s that word again.

“Cas, nothing lasts forever.”

“We do, Princess.Wedo.”

With that, I jump in his arms, unable to stay away any longer. I let him carry me up the stairs – which he does easily – with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He takes us to the master suite, lays me on the bed and opens the doors to the balcony. No one down below can see into the bedroom.

I think about telling him to close the doors so Camila doesn’t hear the sounds of our lovemaking, but although we can’t hear their words, we can hear her and Adam’s voices and I find that I like that because then I know she’s okay. My trust of outsiders is non-existent and I could no longer bear it if Camila felt abandoned or left alone.

Cas drops to his knees on the floor at the end of the bed and pulls me toward him by my ankles. He reaches up and unfastens my shorts, sliding them and my panties down my legs. Wasting no time, not even stopping to take my shirt off, he wraps his arms under my thighs and feasts on me like a man starving to death. I buck at the rough intrusion, the whiskers from his permanent five o’clock shadow scratching the inside of my thighs, but he doesn’t relent. He’s pulling me into him so hard I’m pretty sure he’s suffocating himself with my pussy.

When he pulls back, his eyes are closed and he draws a deep, shuddering breath. “You don’t know what it’s been like these past few days,” he whispers causing a stabbing pain in my heart.

I need him closer. I want to feel him moving inside me. I reach for his broad shoulders and try to get him to climb on the bed, climb on me, so I can revel in his weight and masculinity but he places a large hand on my stomach, forcing me flat.

“I’m not going to rush this so you might as well not fight me.” He dives back in, easing off on the pressure a little as he shakes his head back and forth slowly, the tip of his tongue driving me insane.

As my breathing gets faster, so does his tempo until I’m spilling into his waiting mouth.

“God, you taste like sunshine.” Finally, he climbs on the bed, scooting me back with him and leans his head down to kiss me, making me taste myself. I’d never done that until Cas. Then again, I’d never done a lot of things until him. Tasting my flavor on his tongue, knowing how much he enjoys it, turns me on and I moan into his mouth.

“If you keep making sounds like that, Princess, I’m going to come undone.”

“Please do,” I beg. I know he wants to go slow and revel in this, as do I, but even more, I just want to feel him inside me again. I drag my nails down his back before settling my hands on his muscular ass and pulling him against me. He chuckles because he knows he’s a mountain and I can’t move him or make him do anything he isn’t ready to do. “Damn it, Cas.”

He’s still fully clothed and I feel his erection pushing into my center through his jeans.

“Sit up,” he whispers as he sits back on his heels giving me room. He slides my shirt over my head and unfastens my bra in one quick motion before placing his hand between my legs. I reach out to grope his cock through his pants, trying to level the playing field but he catches my wrists in his free hand.

“Do not make me tie you to this bedframe, Libby.” I feel my nostrils flare and my eyes grow wide. A rush of heat and liquid coats the hand he has between my legs and that devilish grin I love so much returns to his face. “Unless, of course, youwantme to tie you up?”

I’ve never been tied up before but being at Cas’s mercy sounds extremely enjoyable. Before I can answer, he keeps the grin on his face and says, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I’m not sure who likes the idea more, me or him.

He slides off the bed and strips out of his pants and boxers causing my breathing to hitch again. He takes himself in his hand and pumps twice to tease me. It works and I damn near bound off the bed and attack him.

“You win,” he says, climbing over me. He spits into his palm and coats himself and I’m pretty sure I come on the spot. His confidence is almost as sexy as the sight before me. Not that I want to think about Willem in this moment but the stark contrast between the two men makes it impossible not to. Willem never knew how to handle himself, let alone use himself to please me. Cas, on the other hand, knows exactly what he’s doing.

Lining himself up, he pushes just the head in. I know, because I can feel the ridge catch as he pulls back out before pushing in just those two inches again.

I grip the sheets and moan, “Cas, please stop teasing me and give me what I want.”

He’s on his knees, towering above me. “I will, but first I’m going to make you as crazy as you’ve made me.”

“I’m already crazy. Goal accomplished.” I will tell him anything he wants to hear if only he’ll drive himself in deeper. Faster. Harder.

He doesn’t. Grabbing my ankles in the air, he holds his arms wide, spreading me into a V. I watch him as he watches where we’re joined and I feel the ball of tension start to build low in my stomach.

“Cas, I’m close already.”

“Shit,” he growls, picking up speed as he thrusts into me. “I wanted to drag this out, but I can’t hold back. As soon as your sweet pussy clenches around me, I’m gonna come.”

His words. Oh, his words.

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