Page 30 of Reine's Salvation

Mystique moaned in acquiescence. Reine bit her shoulder again, sucking hard on the soft skin.

“Yes,” Mystique cried out. Her pussy walls contracted around his cock, milking him. His balls hardened and then he was following her into ecstasy, screaming out her name as pleasure made black dots dance behind his eyes.

Mindful of his weight, he rolled to the side, breathless. Mystique turned her head to look at him. She smiled broadly. Reine returned her grin. He took her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles. She shivered.

“That was intense,” she said.

“What do you mean? Did I hurt you?”

Reine ignored her protests and lifted her hand. He observed her wrist. His fingertips were obvious on her pale flesh. He raised his head from the pillow and brushed her hair to the side. His bite marks were visible on her back and shoulders. He swallowed hard as guilt made bile rise to the back of his throat. He’d gone too far and hurt her. Mystique entwined one of her legs with his and reached up to cup his face. Gently, she kissed him.

“You didn’t hurt me on purpose. I enjoyed it.”

“I should have been more careful,” he said.

“I wouldn’t have wanted you to. It was fun, just what I needed.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“Reine, I enjoyed it,” she insisted.

Reine shook his head. His temple began to throb. This had been a bad idea.

“I think it’s best if you stay away from me, Mystique.”

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