CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: MY DATE WITH REINA(II)

The night air outside the last café they visited felt soft against Renji’s skin, scented faintly with the roasted aroma still clinging to Reina’s hair. Neon spilled across the wet pavement, catching in the sheen of her black heels as she walked beside him.

Neither of them spoke at first. There was no need. The silence between them was heavy but not awkward, it was the kind that carried everything they’d said earlier, the laughter, the teasing, the quiet looks that had lasted too long to be friendly.

Renji’s hand brushed against hers. Once. Twice. On the third time, she caught his fingers, and her grip was warm, firm... almost hungry.

"You don’t play fair," she murmured without looking at him.

He smirked. "Neither do you."

They reached the corner, and he led her down a quieter side street. Here, the world was hushed except for the distant hum of traffic and the faint patter of drizzle beginning again. Reina’s lips curled in a small smile, the kind that was half challenge, half surrender.

By the time they reached the small boutique hotel Renji had booked earlier in the day, her cheeks were faintly pink. He opened the door for her, the soft click of her heels echoing in the hallway. The warm scent of polished wood and faint vanilla hung in the air.

Inside the room, Reina paused, looking around slowly. A single lamp cast a golden pool of light over the king-sized bed. She took a step toward it, running her fingers along the edge of the duvet.

"You planned this?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"I hoped for it," he corrected, closing the door behind them.

Her smile deepened, but she didn’t move as he approached. He came up behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips, his breath stirring the strands of hair at her ear.

"You’ve been driving me crazy all night," he whispered.

Reina tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips curling. "Good. You deserve it."

His hands slid upward, tracing the curve of her waist. She shivered faintly but didn’t stop him. When his palms finally cupped her breasts through her blouse, her breath hitched, and she leaned back into him just enough for him to feel the arch of her spine.

Renji’s lips brushed her neck, slow and deliberate. He felt the steady beat of her pulse against his mouth. She let out a soft sound — not quite a moan, more like a breath she couldn’t hold in.

When his fingers found the buttons of her blouse, she didn’t protest. One by one, he undid them, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone, the delicate lace of her bra. She wasn’t in a rush. Neither was he.

"Turn around," he said, his voice low.

Reina obeyed, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were darker now, pupils wide, lips slightly parted. She stood there for a long moment, letting him look at her, not shy, not coy, but like a woman who knew the effect she had.

He took her hand and guided her toward the bed.

Reina sat at the edge of the bed, her knees close together, hands resting lightly on her lap. The soft light caught in her hair, turning the dark strands into liquid silk.

Renji stood before her, undoing the top button of his shirt, then the next, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched him quietly, her gaze traveling over the lines of his chest as he peeled the fabric away.

"You’re staring," he teased.

"Learning," she replied, her voice a velvet murmur.

He stepped closer until he was between her knees, the heat of his body seeping into hers. His hand slid up her thigh, beneath the hem of her skirt, fingertips grazing smooth skin. She inhaled sharply, her knees parting just a little more without thought.

Renji leaned down, kissing her slowly. It wasn’t rushed, it was the kind of kiss that built pressure with every second, tasting faintly of the wine they’d shared earlier. Her lips softened under his, then deepened the kiss herself, pulling him closer by his collar.

When he finally broke away, his breath was warm against her ear. "Lie down."

She obeyed without hesitation, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her blouse slipped open completely, revealing the pale lace of her bra. The rise and fall of her chest was faster now.

Renji climbed onto the bed beside her, one hand bracing him while the other explored the bare skin at her waist. He leaned down again, this time trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck, the curve where her shoulder met her collarbone.

Reina’s hand threaded into his hair, holding him there when his lips dipped lower. Her back arched slightly as his mouth brushed over the swell of her breast through the lace.

"You’re... taking your time," she breathed.

"Exactly," he murmured against her skin.

He slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders, revealing her fully to him. The sight of her, flushed, breathing fast, looking at him with that mixture of hunger and trust hit him harder than he’d expected.

Renji lowered his mouth again, his tongue tracing slow circles, his hand moving lower, skimming her hip and thigh until he felt her shiver.

Her soft moan was like a spark in the dim room.

Reina’s breath hitched as Renji’s hand slid higher, his palm warm against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He didn’t rush — he lingered, his fingertips making slow, teasing circles that made her hips shift involuntarily.

"Renji..." she whispered, half a plea, half a warning.

He looked up at her, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Tell me what you want."

She swallowed, her voice unsteady. "I want... you."

That was all he needed. His hand moved between her legs, finding the damp heat waiting for him. Even through the thin fabric of her panties, he could feel her body reacting to him.

Reina’s eyes fluttered shut as he stroked her gently at first, then with more pressure, her soft gasp filling the room. Her thighs trembled, her hands gripping the bedsheets as if to anchor herself.

Renji leaned in and kissed her again, swallowing the little sounds she made as his fingers worked their magic. When her hips began to rock with the rhythm of his touch, he slipped beneath the fabric, his fingertips finding bare, slick skin.

Her breath came in shallow bursts now, each one punctuated by a quiet moan. "Oh... Renji..."

He watched her face — every change in expression, every bite of her lip — like an artist studying his masterpiece. His fingers moved with purpose, coaxing her higher and higher until she was clutching at him, her body tensing, her voice breaking in a sharp cry as pleasure took over.

She collapsed back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin.

Renji didn’t give her much time to recover. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and drew them down her legs slowly, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. She shivered under the weight of his gaze.

Climbing over her, he pressed his forehead to hers, his voice low and certain. "I’m not done with you yet."

Renji’s shirt was the next to go, peeled off in one smooth motion. Reina’s eyes swept over his chest, lingering on the lean muscle and faint scars that told stories she didn’t yet know. Her hands reached for him almost instinctively, fingers tracing along his skin before resting at his hips.

He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time, their tongues sliding together in a slow, hungry dance. One of his hands cradled her face while the other wandered down her body, memorizing her curves.

When he finally shed the last of his clothes, she felt the heat of his body fully against hers, skin to skin. Reina’s breath caught at the sheer intimacy of it, the feeling of him pressed along every inch of her.

He shifted between her thighs, his weight braced on his forearms, and met her gaze. "If this is too much, tell me."

Instead of answering with words, Reina pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist in silent invitation. That was all he needed.

Renji guided himself to her entrance, pausing just long enough for her to feel the anticipation coil tight inside her. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he sank into her.

Her breath broke into a soft cry, her nails digging lightly into his back. The stretch, the heat, the sudden overwhelming fullness — it made her cling to him as though letting go wasn’t an option.

He gave her time to adjust, his lips brushing over her cheek and ear, murmuring soft reassurances. When he began to move, it was unhurried, each stroke deep and deliberate.

Reina’s moans grew louder, her body meeting his with increasing urgency. Her hands roamed over his back, down to his hips, urging him closer, harder.

Renji’s pace built slowly, the rhythm a perfect mix of control and raw need. The room filled with the sound of their breathing, the quiet creak of the bed, the soft wet sounds of their bodies meeting.

"Renji... don’t stop..." she gasped, her voice shaking.

"I’m not going anywhere," he murmured, his pace quickening, his own breathing ragged now.

Her legs tightened around him as her climax began to build again, faster this time, her body tightening beneath him. He felt the tremor in her thighs, the way her breathing faltered, and pushed her right to the edge.

She broke first, a sharp, breathless moan escaping as her body shook with release. Renji followed soon after, groaning low into her neck as his body tensed and warmth spilled between them.

For a long moment, neither moved! Just the sound of their breathing, the soft beat of their hearts pressed together.

When Renji finally pulled back enough to look at her, Reina was smiling faintly, eyes still half-lidded with bliss.

"You’re dangerous," she whispered.

He smirked, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "And you love it."

She chuckled softly, and in that quiet moment, Renji knew this wasn’t just lust, it was something deeper, something worth holding onto.