Page 141 of Reign

Prying my lips a hairbreadth from his, I panted, “Stay,” into his mouth.

Fitzroy pulled back, meeting my eyes.

“I wasn’t going to walk through the halls in nothing but my braies,” he said.

A giggle escaped me as I imagined him scurrying sheepishly past the guards, desperate to reach the safety of his bedchamber before crossing paths with a courtier.

“Are you certain you want me to spend the night?” Fitzroy asked, his brooding gaze never once faltering.

I nodded, knowing I’d already made up my mind.

“I want you,” I said—taking control of my own needs, no longer caring what others might think.

Cupping his face with both my hands, I leaned in, and he met me halfway. Our lips collided in a kiss far more lustful than before—his hands tangled in my hair one moment, then gripped firmly around my waist the next.

I threaded my fingers through his thick locks, holding him close, desperate to keep our mouths touching.

Fitzroy hitched up my chemise and ran a finger along my spine, sending chills across my skin. A faint moan escaped me, prompting him to pry his mouth from mine and withdraw his wandering hands from beneath my garments.

He tenderly took my face in his palms. “Tell me if you need to slow down,” he said softly, brushing a wayward strand of hair from my cheek.

“I will.”

I stepped backward, slipping from his embrace, and made my way to the bedstead. With the curl of my finger, I beckoned him to follow. Crawling onto the mattress, I felt the weight of Fitzroy close behind.

We knelt together on the sheets, facing one another. For a moment, he held my gaze—then leaned forward, guiding me back until I sank into the pillows. Slowly, Fitzroy lowered himself onto me, his mouth finding my tingling neck. He kissed along its length, sending shivers down my spine.

Gently, Fitzroy fondled my breast through my chemise, smoothing his thumb over my stiffening nipple while I relished every tender squeeze. He glided his hand down my body toward the place he shouldn’t have touched, yet I so desperately wanted him to.

I moaned as he delicately squeezed between my thighs, enjoying the sensation of his hot palm through the thin linen. We passionately kissed while his hand traveled underneath my chemise once more, teasing me with his fingertips until I quivered.

“Do you want me to stop?” Fitzroy asked between kisses.

“No,” I panted out.

After my assurance, his hand drifted upward until his fingers found the crease at the top of my inner thighs. Tenderly, he rubbed my throbbing pillar while I whimpered, then slipped his fingers into my slick folds.

“Damn,” he breathed out as he realized how wet he’d made me.

Fitzroy pulled back and gazed deep into my eyes, making my cheeks blush with vulnerability. “Is that to your liking?” he asked while slowly curling his fingers inside of me.

“Yes,” I mumbled—each stroke making me moan in bliss.

Fitzroy bit his bottom lip as he concentrated on fulfilling my pleasure. Without any direction, he knew where and how to touch, showing me he was familiar with a woman’s body. I couldn’t care less about where he’d been before—I was savoring what past lovers had taught him.

As I shuddered against Fitzroy, his hard member pressed into my thigh—tempting me to touch it through the fabric that separated us.

I became overcome with desperation to feel his skin on mine, pulling at his braies and whispering, “Remove them.”

“Clapas wesan gan.” Garments be gone, he cast while his palms glowed violet.

After he spoke, I felt my chemise melt away as if it was made from water. I glanced down to see Fitzroy was also completely nude—his cock proudly erect between us.

“Show me how to touch you,” I murmured, wanting to make him feel as good as he was making me.

Fitzroy took my hand and spat on my palm before ushering it down to his stiff member.

I clasped my hand around him. “Tighter,” he commanded, and I obeyed.