Page 28 of Reine's Salvation

His heart began to race. He turned off the shower and held his breath.

“Please, Reine,” she repeated.

Quickly, Reine wrapped a towel around his waist. The world was coming to an end. The Sins were winning and there was nothing to lose. He had to see her one last time before they got to her.

He rushed to the door and threw it open.

Mystique gasped. “Reine.”

Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. She immediately wrapped her arms around him. He held her close, inhaling the fruity fragrance of her hair.

“Reine,” she whispered against his chest. “I’ve been worried sick. What happened to you?” She pulled back, tilting her head to look at him.

Reine closed the door and shook his head. He couldn’t and he didn’t want to answer. All he wanted was to abandon himself to Mystique’s embrace.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. She welcomed the kiss, pressing herself closer to him and tangling her fingers in his hair as he delved deeper into the warm recess of her mouth. Fumbling, he managed to slide his hand beneath her shirt. He groaned as his fingertips ran across the smooth skin of her back. In return, Mystique moaned. His cock began to rise and he deepened their kiss, exploring every inch of her velvet mouth, plundering it and claiming it as his with his tongue.

“I want you,” Mystique whispered, her husky voice traveling straight to his cock which pulsated in need.

“And I you,” he replied, taking her hand and guiding it to his shaft. He bit his lip as she wrapped her hand around it.

Reine tugged at the hem of her shirt. Without a word, she helped him ease her out of it.

“Fuck,” he said as he caught sight of her breasts nestled in her salmon-pink bra. “I’ve wanted to touch these since forever, to mark them as mine.”

He squeezed them through the cloth as he spoke, teasing his fingertip over the top. Mystique’s breath quickened. She gasped as he yanked down her bra and exposed her full breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of her dark puckered nipples.

“More beautiful than I imagined.”

He glided his hand over each of them, while carefully observing Mystique’s face and enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks and partially open bee-stung lips. He covered one of her breasts with his hand and lowered his head to the other. She whimpered as he wrapped his mouth around the tight nub and sucked, hard. He switched breasts.

“Reine,” she said breathlessly.

Reine hungrily sucked on her right breast while caressing her left. Mystique moaned. She held his head in place and pulled him closer. Her hips ground against him, searching for friction. His towel slid to the floor. Reine grunted. He needed to be inside her. He made to move his right arm to lift her onto his cock, and stopped short. He didn’t have an arm. He couldn’t even finger her and caress her breast. He was useless. Anger crashed into him and he pulled back.

“What—?” Mystique asked. Strands of hair had fallen out of her ponytail and she looked at him, clearly bewildered. Her gaze dropped between them and her eyes became alight with mischief. She lowered herself to her knees.

“Mystique,” he began.

All his thoughts fled his mind as she licked the crown of his cock. His eyes drifted shut as she rolled her tongue over his mushroom head and wrapped her fingers around his girth. He felt her warm breath caress him, and he groaned. He sunk his fingers into her hair, pulling it loose from its constraints as she wrapped her mouth around the head of his dick.

“Just right, darling. Suck it,” he demanded. Reine observed her. His shaft pulsated as she took more of him into her wet mouth. Saliva slipped down her chin and she glanced up at him. He moaned at the erotic sight.

“That’s it, darling.”

Reine began to move his hips, plunging his cock into Mystique’s pretty mouth. She moaned, the sound reverberating into his bones. Deeper and faster he pushed down her throat. Tears leaked out of her eyes, but lust danced in their depths as she vigorously attempted to keep up with his thrusts.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

His cock glided back and forth in her velvet hole, her lips locked onto it as if she were a hungry cub eager for more.

His balls tightened, warning him he was close to ejaculating. No. He yanked on her hair and she released him with a loud pop. Still, pulling her by the hair, he got her to her feet where he passionately smashed his mouth against hers while his hand roamed every inch of her flesh. Eagerly, he lifted her skirt and pushed her cotton undies aside. He bit back a groan as he slid his fingers across her wet folds. He stroked her, alternating between sliding his fingers across her labia and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Mystique held onto him, her breathing shallow as she moved her hips in tempo to his body.

“Do you like that, darling?” he whispered into her ear as he eased one of his fingers into her pussy. In and out he maneuvered the single finger, reveling in the way she twisted her body searching for more. “Do you want more, or is this enough for you?”

“More,” she pleaded.

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