Page 80 of Teach Me to Fly

“I love how you respond to this,” he mutters, dragging his tongue along the line of my stomach while his fingers move inside me, slow and deep. “So fucking perfect.”

He curls them just right, and I writhe beneath him. The pain on my hip pulses with every heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure until it’s all one overwhelming current.

“You’re so beautiful when I hurt you like this,” he whispers against my skin.

My eyes flutter shut and my head tilts back as my mouth falls open around a breathless moan. And when he kisses me, I taste my own desperation on his tongue.

It doesn’t take long before I come with a cry, my body spasming around his fingers, my hand gripping his wrist as if to anchor myself while the world fractures. This feeling ismine.

When I collapse back against the pillows, trembling, he slowly presses soft kisses to my throat, my cheeks, myforehead and then he sets the knife aside with care and lowers his body over mine.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

I nod, still catching my breath.

“More than okay,” I whisper.

I feel powerful.

He brushes the hair from my eyes and kisses my lips again—this time slow and soft. We lie tangled together in his bed, skin damp and warm, the scent of sweat and chlorine still lingering in the air between us. His arm is slung around my waist, our legs woven together beneath the sheets. My body aches in the best way.

I finally feel entirely mine. But also, his.

After a while, Reign tilts his head and murmurs, “We should shower together. Save warm water.”

I lift a brow. “You live on an estate with endless amounts of hot water.”

He smirks. “I’m trying to be environmentally conscious.” I roll my eyes but let him pull me from the bed.

The bathroom mirrors fog up from the steam within minutes of Reign turning on the hot water. I step in first and he follows. He grabs a bottle of soap and lathers it between his palms, then gently starts running his hands over my body.

It doesn’t feel sexual though, it feels healing.He washes every part of me like I’m something sacred, not something ruined. And when he moves behind me to shampoo my hair, my eyes flutter closed. His fingers massage my scalp with firm, patient strokes, and I let myself lean into him, my back against his chest, the sound of the water drowning everything else out.

He rinses my hair and works in the conditioner next, gently running his fingers through my curls,detangling them with care. When he finishes rinsing that out, I turn to him, pouring soap onto my hands now. My hands move across his chest, his abs, and down the V of his hips.

I watch his body respond to me, the tension tightening his jaw and the hunger flaring in his eyes. When I wrap my fingers around his cock, he’s already half-hard, and by the time I stroke, he’s groaning.

I rinse the soap off him, watching the way the water rushes over the muscles that tense beneath my hands, and then I sink to my knees. His breath hitches, his head tilting slightly like he’s not sure he’s seeing this right.

“Fuck,” he breathes, one hand sliding up to rest on the back of his neck as the water beats down on his back. “Angel…”

I look up at him through wet lashes. His cock is thick and flushed, and when I wrap my mouth around him, his hips jerk forward slightly.

“Jesus,” he groans. “I’ve thought about your lips around my cock since the summer we spent together. I can’t tell you how many nights I lost sleep over it.”

I moan softly at his words and take him deeper. As deep as I can. His head falls back against the tile, a sharp sound catching in his throat as I work him with my mouth—slow and hungry, full of intent. I flatten my tongue, tighten my lips, and suck harder as he unravels above me.

His hands find the back of my head, but he doesn’t push, he just holds me, anchoring himself as I take him over and over, greedy for every sound, every moan, every twitch of his hips. When he finally explodes, it’s with a loud groan that echoes off the walls. I swallow it all, every drop, keeping my eyes on him the whole time.

When Reign finally opens his eyes, his gaze locks on mine and the look in them makes my stomach twist in away that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with danger. He reaches down and runs his thumb across my bottom lip, slow and gentle.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.

There’s love in his eyes, and it should scare me. I should pull back and maybe even run, but I feel like something inside me that’s been frozen for years is thawing. Reign helps me gently to my feet and grabs a towel before wrapping me up in it carefully. He wraps a second towel around my hair, and then he wraps one around his own waist and steps back. I study him in the silence that follows, the water still running behind us, the air thick with steam and affection. And as I stand there, dripping and breathless, I wonder?—

Is falling for him even possible after everything I’ve survived?Or have I already fallen… without even realizing it?

Chapter 28

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