Chapter 15 Reign #2
She was quiet when I placed her down on her bed, backing away from me a little.
I watched her eyes darken as I stood at the foot of the bed.
I took off my shirt and let it fall to the ground.
Her eyes immediately went to my chest, lingering on the tattoos there before traveling down to my abs.
She focused on the tattoo on my right ribs—an ouroboros snake with a dagger down the center of it, then the eight-point star on my left shoulder, the tattoo that marked a high-ranking man in the Bratva.
They were stark reminders of who I was and where I belonged.
But fuck if I wanted her to focus on them at this moment.
I grabbed her ankles and pulled her in close to me.
She slipped down onto her back on the mattress, and I hovered above her, licking my lips.
“You’ll let me make you feel good, won’t you?” I asked.
She exhaled. “Just that? No… no sex?”
“You’re not ready for sex. And I’ll tell you what, darling, when we do have sex, it’ll be because you’re begging me for it.”
And I couldn’t fucking wait for that day to come. Hell, I might even go to church to celebrate. My Catholic mother might even be proud. That was, if I didn’t burn at the entrance first.
Her face darkened, and my lips twitched. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when that happens.”
I smiled at her, leaning down to press a kiss on the swell of her breasts, from one to the other. I pulled her up slightly to unbuckle her bra before pulling it off and throwing it somewhere behind me.
When I looked back, she had her arms crossed over her tits, her face red.
Fucking hell, but why did she have to go and look this adorable?
Now I knew. I wasn’t as strong as I thought, because a stronger man would have been able to resist Jamie’s adorableness.
I pulled her arms away, gathering her wrists in one hand and holding them above her head.
“Reign,” she gasped out, the protest weak.
I took my fill.
God, she was so much more than I imagined. And I had imagined her a lot.
I used my other hand to play with her nipple. It hardened instantly from my touch, and her back bowed, bringing her closer to me.
I wanted to take my time with her, to savor every inch of her pale skin, to memorize the dips and curves of her body, but fuck if that would be possible. Desperation made my skin tremble. I wanted to devour her until there was no doubt in her mind that she belonged to me.
My thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple, gently at first, before my touch turned rough, and I pinched her harshly. Her mouth opened, and her face twisted a little from the pain, but she didn’t tell me to stop. She fucking liked it when I was rough with her.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
“So fucking responsive to me.” I plucked at her nipple a few times until the skin there turned red from my treatment, before dipping my head and taking her other nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue circle it before sucking.
She arched against me, a small whimper escaping her throat.
The sound went straight to my cock, making it strain painfully against my jeans.
“Reign,” she moaned, my name on her lips like a prayer. Her wrists twisted in my grip, not really fighting to get free, just testing my hold.
I released her nipples and started to kiss my way down her body, letting go of her wrists.
I needed to fucking taste her.
I yanked her panties down as I went, ignoring the sound of fabric tearing as I did.
“Wait,” she said as I spread her legs out wide. I looked down at her small, delectable pussy. Her skin was bare and soft, only feeding my frenzy. Wetness had gathered around the lips.
I cupped her fully in my palm, squeezing and playing with it. Her legs jerked.
“Reign!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I—”
Her voice was cut off when I pressed my thumb down on her swollen clit. She closed her eyes briefly and tried to pull away from me.
Like hell I was going to let her go now that I had her.
I pressed my other hand on her soft belly, holding her there as I explored her with my fingers, shifting them through her wet slit.
“Fuck,” she gritted out when I teasingly pushed my finger around her entrance. “Reign.”
“I know, baby. Does that feel good?”
“I…” She shook her head, as if she didn’t want to answer me. That was okay. I was good at making other people tell me the truth. She wouldn’t be an exception. Not only would she admit how good this felt, but she was going to beg me for more.
I pushed her legs further apart and settled myself there, bringing my face down to her pussy. I could smell her. How fucking delicious.
“Has anyone ever told you how pretty your little pussy is?” I asked.
“Of course not,” she said, indignant.
“No?” That was fucking good because just the thought of another fucker seeing her like this was enough to make me want to hunt him down at this very moment and kill him. It didn’t fucking matter if the fucker was in her past.
I didn’t want her to even think about a time in her life when I didn’t exist for her yet.
I shook away the thought and went back to what was really important.
I leaned down and took her pussy in my mouth without warning.
“God!” she screamed when I roughly moved my lips over her.
Her body tensed, then relaxed beneath me, her hips moving of their own accord as I licked and sucked at her clit. My fingers moved through her drenched lips, pushing inside her tight little hole. Wet heat surrounded me, and I couldn’t fucking wait until I could feel her around my cock.
Fuck me, but it was getting hard to control myself just from the thought alone.
“You taste so good, baby.”
“I-I do?”
“You fucking do,” I said. Was there really ever a doubt? She tasted like heaven and my own personal hell all rolled up in one. My salvation and my ruin.
My hand slid up her body to cup her breast, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart beneath my palm, dancing in tandem with my own. Her taste was intoxicating—sweet and tangy and uniquely hers. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted her.
I doubled my efforts, wanting more of her… and just more. I didn’t think I could ever get enough. I set a brutal pace with my fingers, fucking her harder, loving all the wetness gushing out and coating my palm as I lapped around her clit, bringing the swollen bud between my teeth.
“Stop,” she gasped out when the sensation became too much. Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Reign, please…”
I wasn’t fucking stopping until I felt her come on my tongue, and maybe not even then. I was addicted.
I lifted my head just enough to gaze up the length of her body.
Her eyes were wide, pupils blown with desire, and her cheeks were flushed.
If I could, I would have her looking like this forever.
Of course, then I wouldn’t allow her out of the house.
No way would I let another fucker see this look on her face.
“You want me to stop, baby?” I asked, blowing gently against her wet flesh. She shivered violently, her grip tightening on my hair. Would she have done it if she knew the pain only drove me on?
“I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I… this is too much, Reign.”
“Not even close,” I said, adding another finger inside her. I fucked her harder until the only sounds in the room were the wet squelching sound her pussy made from my fingers and her breathy little moans and whimpers that were making me lose my mind.
She writhed on the bed, trying to pull away.
I reached up and grabbed a handful of one tit, squeezing roughly as I continued to fuck her.
“Reign, please,” she cried out. I pulled my fingers out and slapped her pussy a few times. She gasped and reached her hands down to block me. I easily pulled them away and went back to finger-fucking her, moving faster and faster and faster…
“Fuck!” she screamed as wetness squirted out of her when she came. Fuck me.
I pulled my fingers out and used my tongue to lap up all the wetness. She jolted from the sensation but no longer had the energy to fight me.
I felt her legs trembling where they were pressed against the side of my face as another mini orgasm came.
Hell.
So addictive.
I would need a hit every single fucking day from now on, or I wouldn’t be able to function.