Page 101 of Endo

“Yeah,” she breathes, her gaze snapping to mine.

And just like that, the world stills.

The sound of the water, the distant calls of the dolphins—it all fades into the background, leaving just us. Her hands rest lightly on my forearms, her skin cool and damp against mine. Her chest rises and falls, every breath syncing with my own, and I can feel the quick, frantic beat of her pulse beneath my fingertips.

“Lena,” I whisper, her name catching in my throat, heavy with everything I want to say but can’t.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away. Her eyes search mine, wide and uncertain, but there’s something else there too—something that has my grip on her tightening, my thumb brushing the curve of her waist.

Her lips part, her breath hitching as the space between us crackles with tension. She’s so close I can feel the heat of her skin, the faint scent of salt and something sweet lingering in the air. My thumb drags along her side, slow and deliberate, and the soft hitch in her breath sends a surge of heat through me.

“Reign...” she starts, but her voice falters, trembling like she’s not sure she should say my name out loud.

I don’t let her finish. My hand slides from her waist to her cheek, cupping her face as I lean in. I pause for half a second, giving her the chance to pull away, but she doesn’t. Instead, her hands move to my chest.

The kiss starts slow, tentative, like neither of us is sure we’re allowed to have this. But the second her lips part beneath mine, the dam breaks. It’s messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue, a clash of need and frustration that’s been building for too long.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I back her against the rock. The water laps at us, forgotten, as my free hand trails down her side, slipping beneath the edge of her bikini top. Her skin is warm, soft, and the quiet whimper that escapes her lips sets my blood on fire.

“Fuck, Lena,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with need as my hands span her waist, holding her steady against the smooth stone. “You feel like everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Her breath catches, and her nails scrape down my shoulders, leaving faint trails of fire in their wake. “You’re one to talk,” she fires back, her voice shaky but full of heat.

I kiss her harder, deeper, my lips moving along her jaw to her neck. The faint taste of salt lingers on her skin, and when her head tilts back, giving me full access, I press open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive curve of her throat. Her body arches into mine, her chest brushing against me, her breath hitching as my fingers find the clasp of her life jacket.

“Off,” I mutter, my voice low and rough.

She shrugs it off with practiced ease, tossing it onto the rock behind her. Her dark eyes stay locked on mine as I trail my fingers down to the strings of her bikini top.

“You want this?” I ask, my tone a growl as I tug the knot loose. The fabric falls away, revealing bare, damp skin that gleams in the sunlight.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling.

Her hands slide to my shorts, pushing them down as her fingers graze against me. The contact pulls a low groan from my chest, but I don’t let her get too far. I grab her wrists, pinning them gently to the rock.

“Not so fast,celona mou,” I rasp, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. “I’m in charge here. You take what I give you. Understand?”

She nods, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a soft gasp.

“Say it,” I command, my grip firm but careful as I lean closer, brushing my lips against hers without kissing her fully.

“I’ll take what you give me,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur, releasing her hands and trailing my fingers down her body. I slip beneath the waistband ofher bikini bottoms, sliding them down her legs until the water carries them away.

I position myself between her thighs, my cock hard and aching as I grip myself, teasing her entrance with the tip. I circle her slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch without giving her what she wants.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips shifting instinctively. “Reign, please,” she gasps, her voice desperate.

“Not yet,” I growl, holding her still as I watch her squirm. “You don’t come until I say. You understand me, Lena? You’re mine now. Completely mine. Aren’t you,celona mou.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaking.

“Damn right, you are,” I growl, pressing the head of my cock just inside her, enough to make her gasp but not enough to satisfy. “But I want to hear you fucking say it. Who do you belong to, Lena?”

“You,” she whimpers, her nails biting into my skin. “I belong to you, Reign.”

Her words snap the last thread of my control. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every part of me as I fill her completely. The way her body clenches around me pulls a guttural groan from my chest, and I bury myself to the hilt, holding her there.

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