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“Reign, please?—”

“Please what?” I switch to her other breast, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. Inside me. Now.” Her hands are already working at my belt, her movements urgent and clumsy with need.

I help her get my pants off, then hook my fingers in the sides of her panties. “Lift up,” I command, and she obeys instantly, letting me strip the last barrier away.

She’s already wet for me, glistening in the moonlight. I run a finger through her folds, and she bucks against my hand.

“So ready for me,” I murmur, circling her clit with my thumb. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you? Sitting next to him, wanting me.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

I push two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. “Is this what you wanted? My fingers fucking you while he was talking business?”

“Reign,” she moans, her hips rolling against my hand. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

“No teasing,” I agree, withdrawing my fingers and positioning myself at her entrance. “Tonight, I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

I push inside her slowly, savoring the way she opens for me, takes me deeper. She’s so tight, so perfect, her body molding around mine like we were made for this.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe when I’m fully seated inside her. “You feel incredible.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me even deeper. “Move,” she demands. “Please, Reign, I need you to move.”

I start slow, long strokes that have her gasping beneath me. But it’s not enough. Not for either of us.

“Harder,” she pants. “I can take it. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

That breaks my control completely. I pull almost all the way out before slamming back in, and she screams my name. The sound goes straight to my cock, making me even harder.

“That’s it,” I growl, setting a punishing rhythm. “Let the whole neighborhood hear who you belong to.”

“Yours,” she gasps, her nails raking down my back. “Only yours.”

I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her muscles start to tighten around me.

“Come for me,” I command, pressing harder against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Come on my cock, Audrey. Show me how good I make you feel.”

She shatters around me, her body clamping down like a vise, her back arching off the bed as she cries out. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and let go, spilling everything I have into her.

We stay connected afterward, both of us breathing hard. I brush sweat-dampened hair from her face, kissing her softly.

“Mine,” I murmur against her lips.

“Yours,” she confirms, her voice hoarse from screaming my name.

Eventually, I roll off her, pulling her against my side. She traces lazy patterns on my chest, her new ring glinting in the darkness.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing your ring,” she says quietly, holding her hand up to catch the moonlight. “It feels surreal.”

“Get used to it.” I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Because I’m never taking it back.”

She turns in my arms to face me fully. “Even if this gets messy? Even if Gio makes things difficult?”

“Especially then.” I pull her closer, my hand resting on her back. “Get some sleep, Princess. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

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