Page 68 of Hot Blooded
“Tressa,” his voice comes out strangled.
Pleased with his response, I swallow down more of him.
“I need inside you, now.” He tugs me up suddenly.
Reign makes short work of my clothes and effectively strips me too. Then he kisses me deep, hands running through my hair, before moving to my neck. I inhale him on each breath. I can’t get enough of him.
“Bite me, please,” I whine on a pant as I writhe myself against his hard length, begging for him to slide inside me. I lick and nip at his neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, even if I want to.
“No, sweetheart. First I need a taste of something else,” he rasps as I feel myself being hoisted high into the air. My legs hook over his shoulders as he easily supports me.
“Reign!” I call out as his tongue starts to lap at me. Electricity rips through my spine to my toes at the sensation.
He makes some sort of guttural sound and buries his tongue inside me, impaling me. I would have never asked him to do this, but the feeling of him buried in me like this, it’s incredible.
At some point he’s walked us across the room.
“Are you okay Tressa?” he searches my face, looking uncharacteristically frightened.
I nod. I’m already recovering from the lightheaded feeling, even though my endorphins are still raving through my veins.
“Reign, I want you to turn me,” I say slowly, praying silently he gives into me.
He hesitates for a moment, studying me intently. “No sweetheart. You’re perfect the way you are. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, please. I need you inside me.” If he won’t let me suck him in return, I at least need this. Need to be connected with him in this way.
Reign reaches one hand behind me, grabbing himself up and aligning himself with me.
I rub my hands over his biceps, admiring him. Trailing up, I lace my fingers around his neck.
And then there are no more words, he thrusts his hips, sliding inside of me in one long, slow thrust.
“You’re so wet…” he groans, “…and warm.” His voice is lava.
My legs clench around his waist, squeezing him close to me. My head still spins, high on his bite, as he pounds into me, hitting that sweet spot inside.
“Reign,” I cry out as the molten heat races through my body, and I feel myself sliding over the edge. “I’m coming,” I pant.
“Tressa,” he groans in reply, and I feel his cock throbbing inside me, filling me with his seed.
We stay like that for a few more moments before Reign lays me back on the bed and takes my mouth with his again. Our kiss is slower this time, steady and sweet. I nip at his bottom lip, sucking into mine as he pulls himself from me, and I mourn the loss of him, even though he’s still right here on top of me.
He presses a soft kiss to my nose. “You’re incredible Tressa. You have the kindest heart and the sweetest blood. If only I could keep you forever.”
“You can,” I breathe wistfully.
He doesn’t reply with words, but with a deep kiss that leaves me with more questions than answers.
Chapter 35
Reign
The call I get in the afternoon makes me cringe, ruining what was otherwise a beautiful day of me watching Tressa work on her roses.
“There’s going to be a trial,” Wilson breaks the news to me.
“Fucking hell. By jury?” I ask.
