Reign forgot how to breathe, completely, and her mouth went dry.
A low grunt left him as he lifted again, veins straining down his arms.
Jesus Christ.
The sight was unfair.
Her gaze dropped before she could stop herself, tracing the hard lines of his waist, the sweat sliding slowly down his spine, the sheer power in every movement he made.
Heat flooded her body instantly. And suddenly her mind, which she had always considered a sensible and disciplined part of her, chose this moment to become entirely creative. It supplied her with images she had not requested, and all she could imagine was those same hands gripping her waist.
She imagined that same body pressing her down, that same rough breathing against her neck.
Heat coiled sharply low in her stomach, and Reign swallowed hard, h
