Page 25 of Brazen Rogue
He nodded, his swallow almost audible. "Hell, yes, I would," he answered, reaching for her shift and slipping it from her body with more care than she expected.
She stood before him, naked, but no fear thrummed through her veins. Oh no. Not when Bellamy watched her with such adoration and hunger that she could be nothing but secure in his presence.
Reign stepped against him, his hard muscles, his jutting manhood pressing against her stomach. She undulated against him, wanting to feel more of him, wanting her body to feel this pleasure even without being as intimate as they soon would be.
"You feel so damn good," he said, scooping her up into his arms a second time and striding over to the bed.
They tumbled onto the soft, opulent bedding, and Reign opened for him, wrapping her legs about his waist. He teased her sex, undulating against her mons and sending a delightful thrum through her body.
Expectation was heavy in the air as he lay atop her. The hair on his chest tickled her, and she kissed him deep and long. She had wanted him for such a long time, had been so sure she had lost him forever, but now was her chance.
He kissed her back, and their tongues tangled, played, and teased.
"This may hurt a little," he warned her.
She nodded, ready to become a woman, to be with him wholly. She did not have to wait long. He thrust into her, joined with her completely, and she gasped.
He kissed her, murmuring sweet words of comfort as the pain ebbed away.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Are you well, my darling?"
She nodded, wiggling a little to adjust to his size. The feeling was odd and different, but not terrible. If anything, she felt a warm awakening within her soul, one she wanted more of.
"I'm fine," she said, holding him close. "Do not stop."
He did not. He thrust into her with care at first before his pace increased. With every stroke, Reign could feel her body calling out, seeking something out of reach.
"You feel so damn good, my darling. How I have dreamed of this moment, God save my soul," he said, kissing her deep and long.
"Me too," she divulged before he took her lips again, and she was lost. Lost in the arms of the one man she had always adored.
Whom she had always loved.
Bellamy.
Bellamy fought to control his emotions. Guilt and desire plagued him in equal parts. He ought not to be here, sleeping with Reign, but nor could he deny her anything.
Or himself, when it came down to it.
Marry her and bedamn the ton and what they think. Do not use her in this way, and not offer your hand.
She pulled him closer still, and for a moment, he forgot the warning words in his mind. She was so hot and tight, the one woman he had longed and desired from the first moment he had seen her in London.
And now she was here. In his arms and giving herself to him willingly. No headier elixir was there in life.
How he wished he could go back, change both their pasts.
He took her, claimed her as should have always been his right, and she welcomed him, opened for him like a flower ready for picking.
"Bellamy," she gasped as the first tremors rocked her body.
He fought not to spend as she came apart in his arms, enjoying her pleasure as it ricocheted through her. "Enjoy me," he told her before her body, pulling against his cock, dragged his release forward.
He shouted her name and withdrew, spilling his seed over the sheets. He could not risk her becoming pregnant. He had already ruined her life many years ago. He would be careful not to do so again.
Except you could ruin her just by being intimate with Reign, even if a child is not conceived ...
He ignored his thoughts and slumped beside her, pulling her into the crook of his arm. She came willingly, slipping one leg over his, her hand settled on his chest, playing with his body.
