Page 49 of Reine's Salvation

“You’re what I want to fight for, Mystique,” he said softly.” I want to fight for a future us.”

Mystique exhaled a long breath she hadn’t been aware of holding back. Gently, she placed her hand over Reine’s and guided him so she could kiss his palm.

“Does that mean you want me too? “ There was no mistaking the hint of concern in his tone. “I promise, you won’t have to walk on eggshells around me,” Reine said. “I’m not the man I used to be.”

Mystique stared at him. She knew he was different. She felt it deep in her bones, but furthermore, Max had also told her about Reine’s transformation. Where a serious, troubled man had been, a renewed, happier version of Reine had resurfaced. Before, her silence would have prompted him into rage but now, he simply looked scared and worried that she didn’t care about him. Her heart went out to him.

“Mystique, say something, please.”

Mystique smiled broadly. She placed her other hand on his shoulder and stood on her toes so her lips were an inch away from his.

“I want you too,” she whispered. She pressed her lips against him, reveling in their smooth texture. Tentatively, she snatched his bottom bow between her teeth and tugged. Reine groaned and pulled back. The green in his eyes had darkened into a smoldering shade.

“Let’s go inside,” he suggested.

She pulled out the keys to her house and opened the door. She went in, inviting Reine to follow her.

“Make yourself at home.”

She dropped her pack on the kitchen table and watched as he moved about her space. He moved with ease, as if he had always belonged there. She chewed on her lip.

“Come here,” Reine said, calling her from the living room. She went to him, wrapping her arms around him and allowing her mind to go blank as he engulfed her in his passionate embrace. “I can’t get enough of you.” He kissed the apex between her neck and shoulders. Mystique moaned.

“We should take things slowly,” she said. “I have to make sure you’re a changed man.”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

Reine licked her collarbone and she sagged against him. His hand slid under her shirt and found her breast. He teased the tip with his fingers before cupping the flesh. Mystique frowned as she noticed him wince.

“Are you okay?”

“I might be a bit slower than usual,” he said apologetically. “The wounds are still tender.”

“Slow is good sometimes,” she said, demonstrating by deliberately slowly licking the seam of his lips. Reine moaned. She pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his lap. His cock rubbed against her folds and she bit back a groan.

“We could go back to what we did up at the hill,” she said. “Or, I could speed things up for the both of us.” She stuck her hands beneath his shirt, running them across his ripped abdomen.

“You’re always talking about devouring me, but now it’s my turn to eat you up,” she whispered in his ear. She touched the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue, then nipped his lobe. She heard Reine’s sharp intake of breath and grinned.

“I want more of you, Reine.”

He helped her as she pulled off his shirt. Her breath caught. Damn. She traced her fingertips across the black and white tattoos on his chest all the way until the tree and the moon tattoo on his right arm. Their gazes locked. Gradually, Mystique bent her head and kissed the contours of the ink. Reine remained stock-still beneath her. She dragged the flat of her tongue across it, tracing it. When she finished, she moved lower down his arm. She glanced at Reine. He watched her with his breath abated. Ever so gently, she kissed the puckered flesh of his stump. Almost as if she’d pressed a lever, his breath left his lungs in a loud whoosh. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her up and smashed his mouth against hers. Mystique moaned at the savage possession. She raked her nails across his chest and rocked her hips over his erection. Reine growled and pulled back.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Mystique smiled. Kissing his scar not only meant the world to him. It confirmed that his anger, and the Inferum that had taken possession of him, as Max had explained, was truly gone. Reine was finally learning to accept who he was. Tears prickled the back of her eyes. Her heart was full of joy for the man before her.

She gave him a quick peck, then left small open-mouthed kisses on his neck and shoulders, before teasing his nipples with the flat of her tongue.

“Are you trying to drive me mad?” Reine groaned.

“Yes,” she said. She slid off him and eagerly undid his belt buckle. She wanted to see all of him in the light of day. She wanted to feast on him visually and sexually. Her sex clenched and liquid gathered in her panties. Reine helped her as she tugged off his boots and jeans.

“You’re perfect,” she said.

Kneeling before him, she took his engorged cock in her hand and slid the fingertip of her index finger across the slit on the top, spreading the gleaming pre-cum. Keeping her gaze locked on Reine, she licked the bulbous mushroom head. They moaned in unison. Mystique licked his length, while with her other hand she grasped his balls, massaging them gently. Reine closed his eyes and threw back his head. His sunglasses clattered to the floor.

Mystique wrapped her lips around his cock. She swirled her tongue across the head as little by little she took more of him into her throat. When she reached the bottom, she drew in her cheeks and pulled back, sliding his shaft over her tongue, careful not to graze him with her teeth. Reine groaned and fisted her hair in a lose grip. Mystique began to bob her head up and down. Saliva rolled down her chin, lubricating him. His hips rolled with her, encouraging her to suck him more. She glanced up at Reine. He was biting his lip. She released him and focused her attention on one of his balls, taking it into her mouth and sucking it like the sweetest candy, while she toyed with the other in her hand.

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