Page 48 of Made for Reign

I blink, confused. “What?”

“Open the window, Audrey.”

I set the phone down and cross to the large window that overlooks the side garden. My hands shake as I unlock the latch and push the glass up. Cool night air rushes in, carrying the scent of jasmine and?—

A shadow moves in the darkness below. Then I see him, scaling the trellis attached to the side of the house with the fluid grace of someone who’s done this before. A duffel bag is slung across his shoulder, and he moves with purpose up the ivy-covered lattice.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathe, stepping back as he reaches my window.

Reign swings one long leg over the sill, then the other, landing silently on my bedroom floor. He straightens to his full height, and suddenly my spacious room feels tiny with his massive presence filling it.

“You’re insane,” I whisper, my eyes darting toward my bedroom door. “What if someone sees you? What if security?—”

“Your security system is ancient,” he says calmly, setting his bag down. “And Lucille’s bedroom is on the other side of the house. We’re fine.”

“How do you know about our security system?”

He gives me a look that reminds me exactly what he does for a living. “Princess, I could break into Fort Knox if I wanted to. Your family estate was child’s play.”

The casual confidence in his voice sends another wave of heat through me. “Why are you here?”

His eyes darken as he steps closer. “Because I didn’t want to spend another night away from you. Because I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I need to have you again.”

My breath catches as he backs me against the wall beside my window.

“I’ve been hard for you since you left the diner this morning,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Do you know what that does to a man? Walking around all day thinking about how tight you felt around my cock?”

His mouth crashes against mine, the kiss hungry and demanding. I melt into him, all my earlier nervousness evaporating under the heat of his touch.

“Get on the bed,” he commands against my lips.

I move toward my bed on shaking legs, hyperaware of his eyes tracking my every movement. The familiar pink and white comforter from my teenage years suddenly feels surreal—too innocent for what’s about to happen here.

Reign follows, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt. “Take off your clothes. Slowly.”

I reach for the hem of my nightgown with trembling hands, pulling it up and over my head. His sharp intake of breath when he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath sends confidence surging through me.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, shrugging out of his shirt. The play of muscles across his chest and shoulders in the lamplight makes my mouth go dry. “Lie down.”

I sink onto the mattress, watching as he removes the rest of his clothes with efficient movements. When he’s naked, he joins me on the bed, his weight making the mattress dip.

“I’m going to take my time with you tonight,” he says, his hands skimming up my thighs. “I’m going to learn every sound you make, every way to make you shake.”

His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing hot kisses to my inner thighs, my hip bones, the sensitive spot just below my navel. By the time he reaches my breasts, I’m already writhing beneath him.

“Please,” I whisper, my hands tangling in his hair.

“Please what?” His tongue circles my nipple without quite touching it. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you inside me.”

He pulls back to look at me. “Not yet.” He grips my thighs and flips us over, and now I’m on top and he’s beneath me. His possessive gaze roams my body, lingering on the taut peaks of my breasts as I straddle his chest. “First, you’re going to ride my face until you come all over my tongue.”

Before I can respond, he’s lifting me, positioning me above his mouth. Then every coherent thought leaves my head as Reign tugs me down and buries his mouth between my legs.

Heat explodes through me, raw and electric. My hands fly instinctively to the headboard, searching blindly for something solid to hang onto as he devours me with brutal focus.

His tongue flicks over my clit, slow at first, then faster. He alternates between sucking and licking, never letting up, not even when the pleasure ratchets up so high I want to squirm away. When I do try, he clamps down on my hips and holds me exactly where he wants me.

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