Page 10 of Made for Reign

There’s a part of my brain—the rational, controlled part that’s kept me alive through combat and dangerous security details—that’s telling me to slow down. To take her to the bed, undress her, and take my time exploring every inch of her perfect body. But that voice is drowning under the roar of need pulsing through me.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart.” My voice is a rough rumble against her neck as I trail hungry kisses down to her collarbone.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. “Fuck yes.”

Her answer breaks something loose inside me.

I press her harder against the wall, my hands gripping her thighs, encouraging her to wrap them around me. She responds immediately, hiking up her dress and wrapping those perfect legs around my waist. The heat of her core presses against my stomach, and I can feel how wet she is even through her panties and my shirt.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I growl, capturing her mouth again as I grind my erection against her.

Elizabeth moans into my mouth while her hips start to move against me in a rhythm that’s making me lose my mind. She shifts slightly, repositioning herself so her center is rubbing against my thigh. The friction must hit her just right because she breaks the kiss with a gasp, and her head falls back against the wall.

I can’t look away from her face. The flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her lips part with each panting breath, the flutter of her eyelashes against her skin. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s riding my thigh shamelessly now, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“That’s it,” I encourage her, my hands on her ass guiding her movements. “Take what you need, Princess.”

Suddenly, her eyes fly open as realization dawns on her face. “I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, then pull back to look directly into her eyes.

“Don’t ever be sorry for showing me what you want. Keep going. I want to see you come like this.”

Her eyes widen, pupils blown with desire. A shy smile curves her lips as she blushes deeper. “I’ve never done this before.”

“What, humped a stranger’s leg in a hotel room?” I can’t help the smirk that crosses my face.

She laughs, the sound turning into a moan as I flex my thigh against her. “That would be accurate.”

“Then let me be the first.” I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “Ride my thigh until you come. I want to feel your pussy pulse through these panties. Want to see your face when you lose control. Then I’m going to fuck you against this wall until we both can’t stand.”

I hold her gaze as she starts moving again, more deliberately this time. Her hips rock against my thigh in slow, sensual movements. I can feel a warm, wet spot blooming on my pants, but I don’t care. I would let her ruin every pair of pants I own if it meant watching her like this.

She picks up speed, and her breathing becomes more erratic as she works herself against me. I slip one hand between us, finding the front of her panties, pressing my thumb against what I know is her clit. She moans at the contact.

“There we go,” I murmur, circling my thumb. “You going to come for me, Elizabeth? Going to let me feel that sweet pussy pulsing?”

“Reign, I—” She cuts herself off with a moan, and her rhythm falters.

I wrap my free arm around her waist, supporting her weight, keeping her right where I want her. My thumb continues its merciless circles on her clit through the soaked fabric.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Give it to me.”

Her body goes rigid against mine, and her mouth falls open on a silent scream as she comes.

Her face is a fucking masterpiece. Eyes squeezed shut. Lips parted. Cheeks flushed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.

As she starts to come down, I don’t give her time to recover. Instead, I kiss her again as I reach for my wallet in my back pocket. I extract a condom with practiced ease, and she watches with heavy-lidded eyes as I tear it open with my teeth.

“You look so pretty when you come, Princess. But I need to be inside you,” I tell her. “Right fucking now.”

“Yes,” she breathes, helping me unbutton my pants with shaking fingers.

I push my pants and boxers down just enough to free my cock. Her eyes widen as it springs up, thick and hard against my stomach, and I can’t help the surge of masculine pride that rushes through me.

I roll the condom on quickly, then push her panties to the side rather than taking them off. Then I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness.

“Look at me,” I command, waiting until her eyes meet mine. “I want to see your face when I fill you.”

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