Page 45 of Reign

Without giving me a moment to recover, he lifted me onto the bed. All I could do was stare up at him, drinking in the sight of his body as he toed off his boots and got rid of his remaining clothes. His erection bobbed free, standing proud and so fucking beautiful. I reached out and wrapped my hands around it, my body burning with desire.

“I need you,” he ground out, his whole body coiled, his muscles tense.

I nodded. I understood, my craving for him just as strong. I raised my knee, baring myself to him. He wasted no time, as desperate for me as I was for him. He lowered himself over me, supporting his huge body on his elbows. Jerkily, he rocked his pelvis forward, dragging his erection through the slickness that coated my skin.

“Are you sure?” His throaty question reached into my heart. He’d still stop if I wasn’t ready, no matter how much he wanted me.

In answer I reached down to grab his hard length, guiding him to my entrance. He ground his teeth, breathing hard through his nostrils.

I wrapped my heels around his thighs and thrust my pelvis up, taking him inside me in one swift move.

“Ohhh shiiit,” he breathed, relaxing his weight into me. I tilted myself further, opening up for him. He was huge, and I’d had nothing inside me for months. I groaned, half in ecstasy, half in discomfort. It was painful until he pulled back and slowly thrust forward again. More of him went inside me with each steady, firm thrust until the tip of him brushed my cervix, hitting me with each rock of his hips. Pleasure flooded me, and my eyes rolled as I gripped onto him for dear life.

Panting and groans filled the air. Connor’s ragged breaths hit my skin.

“Gods, Ember, I love you. I’ve missed you so much.” He kissed me deeply, and I kissed him back, digging my fingernails in his skin as I succumbed to the pleasure he gave me. I wouldn’t worry about the fact that I wasn’t really his Ember, not yet… Even after meeting Fire, the fear that I might never be cooled my desire a little until he thrust into me forcefully and ground himself deep, pushing me into the mattress.

“You will always be you.” He kept his weight against my pelvis but stopped moving. “Even if you don’t get your memories back, you are still Ember, just the new version of you. And I love you no matter what. My soul knows you, belongs to you, and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you.”

My eyes burned, but I didn’t allow a single tear to fall. Instead, I lifted my head and fused my mouth against his, telling him without words how much that meant to me. He grinned against my mouth when I fought to move against him, chasing the pleasure that was building inside me. “Are you ready for me?” He rasped.

“Yes, give me everything you have.”

And, oh, he did. He made love to me furiously, reclaiming my body. Lifting my legs until my knees were bent and my feet over his shoulders, he pounded into me, sweat coating us both. Stars crossed my vision. Pleasure pain from each thrust of his hips turned my bones to liquid.

“Yes. Connor...more...more…”

A fierce and determined look darkened his face. He lowered my legs, hooking one arm under one thigh and changing his angle. He dropped his head to the side a little, increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

The strong column of his throat was above my face, his veins engorged, sweat coating his skin. I licked up the column of his throat, not surprised when my canines lengthened, just as Connor’s had. I snarled and gripped his head, yanking his hair so it gave me better access to him.

“Mine,” I growled in a voice I barely recognised.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Do it. Claim me again, Firecracker.” The longing, along with the command in his voice, broke me. I had no idea what to do, so I just went on instinct. I struck hard and fast and drew a mouthful of blood. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted, sweet and salty and something uniquely Connor. His spicy scent flooded me. I couldn’t get enough. I swallowed hard, aware his thrusts had lost rhythm, becoming rapid and desperate. I took another big draw, and he bellowed, a roar that shook the walls as he emptied himself inside me. I pulled my teeth away, staring up at him. He was panting, staring down at me with such raw love and desire my whole body strained for him. His canines grew more. “Your turn, sweetness.” And he pushed my jaw over with his nose. He licked my skin, inhaling deeply. I gasped as there was a sharp sting. He sank his teeth in deeply, the low satisfied rumble deep in his chest making a very primitive, female part of me preen with satisfaction. The first draw of his tongue and mouth had me moaning in pleasure. The second sent a rush of heat and lust as I'd never felt before, right through every part of my body. I groaned and urged him to move, rolling my pelvis against him. I knew he’d come already, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to feel him moving in me. He growled and began to move again. I echoed him when I felt how hard he still was.

Each roll of his hips was sensual. Moving in circles, he ground against my clit, never letting his pelvis leave mine. He pushed against me as he suckled until I exploded around his length, screaming his name. Lights flashed behind my closed eyes. He sucked harder, and tears leaked down my cheeks as the pleasure continued, squeezing across my belly until I was sobbing and begging him to stop—or to keep going, I had no idea. He gently withdrew his teeth from my neck and grabbed my hands, holding them over my head. His burning blue and red gaze ensnared mine, not releasing me as he rocked into me harder and harder. I met each thrust, unable to believe the utter pleasure this man could give me.

He changed his angle, lifting one of my thighs wider and to the side while holding both of my wrists in the other hand. He hit me deeply each time, and I pulsed with each thrust, my pleasure building again.

“Come. With. Me.”

“Yesss,” I breathed.

He watched me closely, his gaze never leaving mine until I once again reached the edge of orgasm. “Now, Firecracker…” His face twisted in pleasure, and he groaned. Heat filled me again, my body exploding, gripping him and milking him.

Slowly, he stopped moving. Both of us were panting and gasping. He groaned my name and collapsed on top of me, but he still managed to hold some of his weight on his elbows. I was grateful. My body was boneless, utterly sated, and exhausted.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, kissing his throat. Instinctively, I licked his neck. He relaxed and sighed, resting his forehead on the pillow, his head turned to allow me access. I watched, fascinated, as his skin healed.

“Enough,” he whispered, looking down at me. “I want some marks left. I want everyone to know I am yours again.”

“Then do the same for me?” The thought that our pack would know he was mine, including Sophie and that cold bitch Xania, filled me with satisfaction. His pleased smile warmed my whole being. He carefully tilted my head and laved my skin.

“There,” he said, once he was satisfied.

He kissed me deeply, and I welcomed it. For the first time in months, I felt whole. My chest was completely filled where before I’d only felt emptiness. He smiled and kissed my face, small, sweet kisses before he pulled away. My eyelids were too heavy to watch where he was going. I jumped when I felt a warm cloth between my thighs. “Shh, it’s okay. Let me take care of you,” he said softly.

I nodded, both a bit embarrassed and genuinely touched that he’d do such a basic thing for me.

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