Yours Tonight (Reign 1)

“Thoroughly and repeatedly.”

His admission hit my mouth, and I wanted it to be true. He was direct, painted a picture of what exactly those two words meant, and how he’d carry them out.

“But, again, I have to be careful with you.” He released my wrists and trailed his hand up to my neck and cupped it. “You may not be weak, but you haven’t realized your full strength yet. I want to help with that.”

“Why?”

“Because of how you make me feel.”

“What way is that?”

He wrapped his free arm around my lower back and pulled me into him. My legs parted further, my dress scrunched higher, and his hard cock rubbed against my panties.

“Different,” he said, using my own word against me. He slowly moved, hitting a spot between my legs that stirred heat. It started in my core and began building.

“You want me to elaborate on my feelings, yet you won’t?”

He thrust hard, sliding that steel rod along my center. Reaching between us, he moved my panties aside. He didn’t touch me, though. What was more surprising was that I let him. The only thing I felt was needy. My skin was slowly scorching and desperate for more of anything he’d offer. Because nothing had ever felt this amazing.

He moved his hips in a way that put his cock between my folds, directly pressing on my clit. A surge of pleasure rushed over my entire body. My skin tingled and my hands reached out and wrapped around him. He thrust slowly, up, then down, running his erection the entire length of my core. Though his pants were a barrier, I felt him perfectly. The soft, crisp fabric against my heated flesh only added to the realization of how close and yet how far away we were.

“I want to get back to how I make you feel. You said hot?”

I nodded.

“What about wet?”

“Yes.”

“Did you think of me? This week? Last week? Whenever it was you kissed another man?” He thrust harder this time.

A jolt of lust pricked from the little bundle of nerves he was rubbing against to the base of my neck and everything in between.

I bit my lip, but nodded. “Yes. But—”

“Do you feel weak around me?” He did a twisting movement, circling over and over that same spot. That blessed spot that made me ache and claw for more. Because the prickling beneath my skin was rising with every move he made.

“You make me feel weak in a different way. In some ways, I feel stronger with you.”

“Good. That’s the beauty of power. Having it and wielding it. It’s beneficial for both parties.”

“You said you wanted to wield power over me?”

“Yes.” That was straight to the point and he punctuated it with another thrust.

I moaned, and my head would have fallen back if he wasn’t keeping a tight grip on my nape. I should be shying away, but didn’t. I stayed there, my thighs surrounding him.

He was the only man I’d ever let touch me like this. Any other try in the past never got this far, and ended with me warding off tears and terror. Not now. Everything about Jack was different. Like he understood what I needed. What I wanted. I didn’t know how he knew, but at the end of the day, at least he was being honest. The least I could do was be the same.

“I don’t like men having power over me. Ever.”

He looked into my eyes. “It requires trust.”

“Another thing I don’t typically give men.”

“But you gave me some. Let me take you to my home. A part of you trusted me, and is trusting me now.”

That was true. I did. It came from the same place that had an instant connection with Cal. They shared a common denominator that allowed me to feel…safe.