Page 112 of LA Reign

“Is this okay?” he rasps.

“Yes!”

He continues lazily finger-fucking me as he grinds himself against me with as little pressure as he can manage. I know how fast and furious he normally likes to fuck, and this must be killing him. My orgasm builds slowly, starting from the tips of my toes and spreading all the way up to my thighs as they start trembling. I feel the tightening deep in my core and I suck in a big, ragged breath.

“Easy, princesa,” he whispers. “Nice and steady.”

I close my eyes and concentrate on his fingers rubbing at the sweet spot inside of me. My walls tighten around him, pulling him in further, and he groans in my ear. The feelings of euphoria and energy course through my body as his fingers work me so expertly—as though he’s known my body for a lifetime.

I’m on the edge, but I can’t let myself fall, not unless he says so.

He presses his face against my neck, his stubble scratching the delicate skin. Our short, shallow panting synchronizes breath for breath, and our bodies are covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. The effort of hardly moving while we’re both so close to the edge is ecstasy and torture at the same time.

“Alana,” he hisses, rocking his hips with slightly more force. He’s close, too.

“Come for me,” he growls, and I have no choice but to obey him. My orgasm rolls over me in one huge, long, delicious wave, shuddering powerfully but gently through my whole body. I melt into the mattress, feeling completely spent and entirely boneless. I’m half-aware of a damp patch at my hip and hazily realize Alejandro finished too.

“You just made me come in my shorts,” he growls before nipping at my earlobe.

I laugh softly. “That’s a first. It was also incredible, Alex. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What are husbands for if not to take care of their wife? Now, are you ready for more sleep?”

“Hmm,” I say, my eyes already closing. The exhaustion, the pain meds, and now the afterglow of a magnificent orgasm? No chance on earth that I’m staying awake.

“I love you so fucking much, Alana,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“I love you too,” I mumble sleepily.

Chapter

Fifty-Five

ALANA

I’m sitting, reading in the den, when Alejandro walks into the room. It’s been three weeks since he rescued me from Carlos’s basement, and my injuries are fully healed.

“Hey, princesa. Where is Lucia?”

“Your mom took her shopping. She needs some new maternity clothes.” The Montoya family has gone through a huge trauma, and although they all know that Carlos needed to be stopped, it’s still been a challenging time. Having Lucia around, welcoming her into the fold, has been helping them to heal. Maria in particular is thrilled to have another girl in the group.

“You didn’t go with them?” he asks, frowning and obviously confused. Usually, I enjoy a shopping trip as much as the next gal, especially with Lucia and Maria. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks, voice full of concern as he takes a seat beside me. I can’t help but smile at his overprotectiveness, which has kicked into overdrive since the incident with his uncle. I don’t mind. In fact, I’m kind of loving it.

“I’m better than okay,” I say as I slip my arms around his neck and pull him to me for a kiss. “I wanted to stay home in case you and I managed to get a little time alone.”

His hands fist into in my hair, and after kissing me slowly for a while he looks down at me.

“So, we’re actually alone?” he pants as he breaks our kiss.

“Apart from your small army. Yes,” I raise a suggestive eyebrow at him.

“Then why are you still wearing panties?” he growls as he pushes me back against the sofa, slipping his hands beneath my dress and pulling the offending garments off. He stuffs them into his pocket before he leans back down against me. “I want you nice and wet when I bury my cock in your pussy. So, do you want to come on my mouth or my fingers before I fuck you?” he growls.

“Both,” I groan.

“Greedy, princesa,” he chuckles softly before his head dips between my thighs.

After Alejandro nails me to the sofa, I lie in his arms, listening to the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. It’s pretty rapid, because that was some spectacular sex.