Page 12 of Made for Reign

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t give me time to recover. Instead, he tears off the rest of his clothes and reaches for another condom. His hands shake slightly as he rolls it on, and something about that small sign of how much he wants me makes my chest tight.

He crawls over me, his massive frame covering mine completely. When he settles between my legs, I can feel how hard he is against my entrance.

He pushes into me slowly, never breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze combined with the stretch and burn of him filling me is almost too much. I’ve never felt so exposed, so seen.

“Look at me,” he says when my eyes start to flutter closed. “I want to see everything. Every expression, every moment you feel good.”

He starts to move with deep and purposeful thrusts. One hand tangles in my hair while the other holds me exactly where he wants me. His eyes never leave mine.

“Goddamn, you feel good, Princess,” he groans as his pace increases. “Like you were made for me. Like you were made to take my cock.”

The dirty words combined with the tender way he’s looking at me create a contradiction that makes my head spin. He’s claiming me with his body while worshipping me with his eyes.

“Reign,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“That’s it, say my name,” he demands. His hips snap against mine even harder now. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“So good,” I manage between moans. “You make me feel so good.”

His rhythm becomes more desperate, more urgent. Sweat beads on his forehead, his muscles straining as he drives into me. But still, his eyes stay locked on mine.

“Come for me, Princess.” He slides one hand between us to circle my clit. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

The combination of his fingers and his words and those intense eyes staring into mine pushes me over the edge. I shatter beneath him, my body clenching around him as pleasure overwhelms every sense.

He follows me over, his own release hitting him hard. His eyes finally close as he buries his face in my neck, his body shuddering against mine.

We stay like that for long moments, our bodies still connected. When he finally lifts his head to look at me again, there’s something soft in his expression that makes my chest ache.

He pulls out carefully and disposes of the condom, then comes back to gather me in his arms.

I should probably get up, get dressed, go back to my own room. But when he pulls me against his chest, I find I don’t want to move.

I can’t help the little giggle that escapes me. “You’re really good at this.”

“Good at what?” he asks, his voice lazy with satisfaction.

“Making me come.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face. Before I can blink, he’s rolling on top of me again, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“Just say the word,” he murmurs. His voice is a low rumble that makes me shiver. “And I’ll make you come all night long.”

He leans down, his mouth hovering just above mine, and I can feel his breath against my lips. But just as he’s about to kiss me, my stomach lets out the loudest, most mortifying growl I’ve ever heard in my life.

My face burns with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh.” I groan. “I am so sorry.”

Reign throws his head back and laughs.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” he says, chuckling as he brushes a strand of hair from my face. “When’s the last time you ate?”

I think about it, realizing I’ve been too nervous about tonight to eat much today. “This morning, I think? Maybe some toast.”

He shakes his head. Then he rolls off me and reaches for the hotel phone on the nightstand. “We’re ordering room service. Can’t have you passing out on me.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“Of course, I’m sure.” He’s already dialing, the phone pressed to his ear. “Besides, I plan to keep you busy for a while. You’ll need your strength.”

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