Page 171 of Reign

I knew I was safe with Bash—he’d never use my vulnerability against me.

Letting my legs fall open, I unveiled myself for him. For a moment, he held my gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before he glanced downward and groaned at the sight.

“Every time I learn something new about you, Smith, you become unimaginably more perfect than I thought possible,” Bash said, taking one of my feet in his hands.

He slipped off my slippers and stockings with care, tenderly pressing kisses to the soles of each foot. His lips tickled my skin, eliciting giggles from me with every touch.

His hands traveled up my legs, his nails digging into the meat of my thighs as if he’d just caught a wild animal and was ravenous for its flesh. Eagerly, he spread my legs until there was enough space for his head to nuzzle in between. With tender kisses, he edged along my inner thighs, each brush of his lips making my skin tingle. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing it back so I could see his face. Gradually, he inched toward the place where my need for him pulsed. He briefly caught my eye as his tongue glided across my slit, then he tended to my throbbing pillar.

“Oh, Bash,” I moaned out, longing for him to know how delightful his tongue felt.

Keeping his mouth sealed around my mound, he slipped two fingers inside of me—gently gliding them in and out. My legs shook as Bash, buried between my thighs, groaned. His noises made me feral; I wound my fingers tightly through his hair, holding him close as I ground myself against his face.

Desperation surged within me—I needed his lips back on mine. With a firm tug on his locks, I drew him away from the warmth of my thighs.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded, and he claimed my mouth in a passionate embrace.

My hand drifted toward his manhood, squeezing Bash’s solid cock through his breeches.

He sat back, pulling me upright to remove my tunic. Once mine was off, I wrestled with his, sliding the linen over his head. I ran my fingertips over every groove of his toned torso, before moving my hands up to squeeze his muscular chest. I’d wanted to touch his body for so long that finally being able to do it felt like a dream.

“And the rest,” I said, pulling at his breeches.

Without hesitation, he stood, unbuckling his belt before sliding them down. My mouth dropped at the sight of his broad shoulders, chiseled torso, and strong legs. As I glanced at his large, hard member, my cheeks blushed. I covered my eyes, peering through my fingers at him—he looked better without any garments on. If I had his physique, I’d find any excuse to be nude.

“You’re unflawed,” I breathed, beckoning him closer.

Bash smiled as he made his way toward me. “I’m glad you think so.”

I crawled to the edge of the bedstead, kneeling before him while keeping our gazes locked. With my belly aflutter, I reached for his hips and pulled him closer, spitting on my palm before gripping his thick shaft. Slowly, I stroked the length, eliciting a whimper from Bash—his noises of pleasure were just as arousing as if he were touching me.

I moved forward and pressed gentle kisses against his tip.

“You tease,” Bash murmured, a flush of pink spreading across his cheeks. As I smoothed my warm tongue over his swollen head, his eyes rolled. “Uh, heavenly,” he uttered, his breath hitching.

In a firm motion, he brushed my hair back, clutching the strands atop my head as if they were reins. Tentatively, he edged his tip between my wet lips before pushing himself down my throat—stopping when I resisted.

“You’re divine,” Bash groaned, using a handful of my locks to bop my head up and down on his cock.

As I sucked, I gazed past his toned chest to meet his eyes. Bash’s mouth was slightly open as he focused on using me to pleasure himself.

“Your mouth’s a blessing from the gods,” he said, tilting his head back in ecstasy.

A moment later, he pulled me away—saliva stringing from his hard cock as it sprung free from my flushed lips. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come,” he panted.

I smiled smugly at the idea of making Bash lose his composure so quickly.

He leaned over, his lips grazing my neck as we tumbled back, our bodies entwined upon the bedstead. With each deepening kiss, my desire for him consumed every thought—I couldn’t feel truly satiated by our closeness unless we melted into one.

His strained tip teased my opening, like it was urgently trying to get inside of me. Quivering, I moved my hips upward, yearning for him, too. I fumbled around between our bodies, trying to guide his cock between my folds. Bash let out a breathy laugh at my desperation, his hand finding mine to help. He took his shaft in his fist and gently glided his whole length inside of me.

The sensation stole my breath, while Bash’s groan caught in his throat. Holding my gaze, he slowly thrust—each stroke sending a tingle down my spine, overwhelmed by the meaningful glint in his eyes.

“You feel marvelous,” Bash panted out.

I nodded, overcome with sheer bliss—this was, without a doubt, the most glorious sensation I’d ever known.

“Ride me,” he murmured, withdrawing himself.