Chapter 20 Reign #2
I was going to make it hurt.
It was well past midnight by the time I got home.
I had already showered and changed out of my clothes before driving back home, but I still went straight to the guest bathroom and took another long, hot shower before walking back to my room.
The door was still locked.
But I was too goddamn tired to give her any privacy.
I used the key to unlock the door and slowly crept inside.
She was sleeping soundly in the bed. I stood by the edge and stared down at her for a moment, taking in her small form in the king-size bed.
Somehow, she looked even smaller there.
Fragile.
Breakable.
Mine.
Slowly, I climbed back into bed and under the covers, wrapping my arms around her middle and burying my face in the back of her neck. I fell asleep not long after and didn’t wake up until the sun started to peek through the clouds.
Jamie was still asleep next to me, and I used this opportunity to watch her, taking in every single one of her delicate features.
I reached my hand out and traced along her jawline, moving over to the bridge of her nose and down to those full lips that I was fucking addicted to.
They twitched as I traced along the outline before her eyes fluttered open.
They were still soft with sleep, and I watched as the previous day’s events finally came back to her.
I tightened my arms around her when it looked like she was about to pull away from me.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.
“Holding you,” I answered.
She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “Why?”
“Because I can’t fucking stay far away from you.”
She blinked. “I don’t understand why you’re still acting like this with me. You should hate me.”
“Why? Because you set out to trick me?”
She nodded, and I could feel my lips twitching.
“I might have felt duped had I not known about it from the beginning.”
“Then I should be mad at you for playing me,” she retorted.
I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip, watching as her dark eyes got even darker, and her pale skin flushed red. How fucking pretty.
“Are you mad at me?”
She paused. That was all the answer I needed. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers.
She lay frozen for a fraction of a second before she hesitantly kissed me back.
I slanted my lips, deepening the kiss, and pressed in harder, wanting to eliminate even the smallest amount of space between our bodies.
I needed more. Fuck, but this wasn’t enough.
I let out a small groan against her when she finally wrapped her arms around my neck and her blunt nails dug into my skin, as if urging me on.
My hands trailed down her body, moving over to the hem of her shirt and pushing underneath.
My palm found her soft belly and pressed down on it, loving the vulnerability of her position before I moved my hand up. I cupped her tit, playing with it in my palm a bit before tweaking her nipple. She pulled away from my kiss and looked me in the eye.
“I don’t think—” She let out a hiss in pain when I pinched her roughly. “Reign.”
“Yeah, baby?” I asked, not stopping my movements.
Her brows pulled together, and she shook her head. I moved my hand to her other tit and gave it the same treatment. She took in a deep breath, her legs rubbing up against me from the sensation.
Fuck, but this wasn’t enough.
I pushed the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—up to her collarbones, leaving it there and sitting up so I could see her.
She tried to pull it down, as if to cover herself from me. Yeah, that wasn’t fucking happening.
I gathered her wrists in one hand and pressed them up above her head. She flexed her wrists, like she was trying to escape me.
“Reign,” she said softly.
“Do you fucking know how pretty you look like this?” I asked, bending down and taking one hard nipple in my mouth, sucking on it before rolling it between my teeth. Her back arched.
Fucking hell.
I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, using my other hand to tug on the boxer briefs she borrowed from me to wear to bed.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Fuck, but she was driving me crazy.
I cupped her pussy and massaged my hand over her slit.
She jolted, letting out a low cry from the sensation. “Reign!”
“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I play with your sweet little cunt like this? Look at how well you’re responding to me.”
Her breath hitched as I slowly pressed my finger against her folds, playing with her like that for a while, building her up and up and not letting her come. She let out a small huff of air every time I pulled back from her, her eyes nearly turning murderous.
Could she get any cuter?
I pulled back and lightly tapped her pussy.
More wetness gushed out of her from the move, her arousal turning my palm slick.
The realization made my cock throb painfully in my boxers.
I circled her clit with my thumb before pressing down on it, watching her face contort with pleasure, her belly caving in as she struggled to take in a deep breath.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” I murmured, my voice dropping an octave lower. “Is that all for me?”
She bit her lip, refusing to answer, but her body betrayed her. The hard look in her eyes intensified—she was about as threatening as a newborn kitten. I moved my hand faster and faster against her, letting her climb higher and higher before I abruptly stopped.
“You fucker!” she yelled. Her hips bucked against my hand, seeking more friction. I laughed and slipped one finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me immediately.
“Answer me,” I demanded, stilling my movements.
“Yes,” she finally breathed out. “Yes, it’s for you.”
I rewarded her with another finger, pumping slowly in and out while my thumb continued its assault on her clit. She made a sweet little mewl sound that nearly had me coming undone.
This was getting to be too much. I pulled out of her and shoved off my boxer briefs. She was looking up at me with hooded eyes as I grabbed my cock and stroked myself, pinching the tip to keep from coming too soon.
It had been a long time since I had been on the verge of losing control completely.
I pushed her legs apart, and she gasped in surprise as I settled myself between them, letting the head of my cock brush against her entrance.
I slid my cock along her slick folds, playing with her a bit but not entering. I gritted my teeth when I felt more of her wetness against me. She was making this so hard.
“Reign, stop playing with me,” she said, her hands reaching for me as her nails raked down my forearm, leaving a trail of red in their wake.
All that did was push me further into a frenzy.
“But you’re so much fun to tease,” I said, pressing my fingers over her clit in a circle, over and over again.
She let out a small cry, her body struggling against mine. I worked harder on her clit.
“Please,” she said, her voice thick with delirium. “Please. Stop teasing me like this. I don’t know how much more of it I can take. Please.”
“Fuck, baby, but you beg so pretty. How can I deny you?”
I would give everything, even my own life, just as long as she asked me for it.
Nothing would be off limits.
That thought should scare me. It just made me want to cling to her a little harder.
She looked up at me with those dark-brown eyes, and I was fucking lost.
Something primal broke loose inside me. I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her tight heat nearly made me lose my mind.
“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth. Her walls clenched around me in the best fucking way possible.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel her wrapped around me perfectly, like she was made for me.
She was made for me. There was her and no one else.
Her wetness coated my cock, making it easy to slide in and out of her as I picked up the pace, pressing myself further into her, wanting her closer and closer to me, knowing it wouldn’t be enough.
“Reign,” she said in a broken whisper. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out after that. A strange look moved in her eyes that I couldn’t figure out. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close to me.
“What is it, baby?”
It took her a moment to respond, but when she did, her voice was soft. “Be gentle with me.”
Fuck me.
I slowed my pace, controlling my movements, pausing briefly when I pushed inside, taking in the feel of her entirely before I pulled back out of her once more. She felt so good like this.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Open your eyes. I want you to watch who’s fucking you.”
I wanted to see the world in them.
She obeyed, those dark eyes locking with mine, and I could feel something inside me shifting. The way she looked at me—like I was everything she’d ever wanted—made something in my chest constrict painfully.
I bent down to capture her lips in mine, swallowing her moans as I drove into her harder. Her legs wrapped around my waist, changing the angle of the thrust, allowing me to plunge inside her a little deeper, a little harder.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her, her lips latching onto the skin there, sucking on it and driving me wild.
“Fuck, baby.” I groaned, feeling electric bolts all over my skin. Her walls tightened around me. “You’re going to make me come.”
Her nails dug deeper into my back, leaving marks I’d wear proudly. I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb and rubbing tight circles, feeling her legs spasm.
“Reign,” she cried out. “Please. Oh God, please. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough. “I want to feel you come apart around me.”
She gasped, her body tensing beneath mine. I watched her face as pleasure overtook her—lips parted, eyes wide but unfocused, cheeks flushed. Then her mouth opened, and with a scream, she came.
I felt her convulse around me, and that was all it took to trigger my own.
With a growl, I pushed into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as the orgasm tore through me.
I emptied myself inside her, my entire body shuddering with the sheer force of it.
For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't speak—I just hovered above her, my weight supported on trembling arms as waves of aftershocks rolled through me.
“Fuck,” I whispered, finally collapsing beside her and pulling her against my chest. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breathing ragged against my neck. I ran my fingers through her hair, focusing on her breathing. She was safe. And she was with me.
She didn’t speak for a long time, just nestled against me, her heartbeat gradually slowing, matching mine. I traced lazy patterns on her back, not wanting to break whatever spell had fallen over us, thinking, if we could stay like this forever, that would be okay with me.