Satisfied that she was going to obey his completely ridiculous—but incredibly considerate—rule, Ren finally released her wrists.
He shifted his weight, slowly backing down the length of the mattress. As he went, he leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate trail of hot, lingering kisses down the center of her chest and over the bare, toned skin of her stomach.
The contrast of his warm lips against her cool skin made Maki's breath hitch all over again, her abdominal muscles instinctively tightening under his touch.
Unable to handle the sheer, overwhelming vulnerability of the moment—and absolutely refusing to let him see the completely disastrous state of her blushing face—Maki reached up blindly with her newly freed hands.
She snagged a spare pillow from the top of the bed and practically slammed it over her face, burying herself in the dark, cool fabric. She let out a muffled, deeply flustered groan into the cotton, completely resigning herself to just laying there and letting him do whatever he wanted.
Ren let out a low, appreciative chuckle, the sound vibrating against her hip. His hands slid down, his palms resting gently but firmly on the insides of her knees. With slow, steady pressure, he urged her legs apart, spreading them wider.
Maki tensed for a fraction of a second, her combat-honed instincts flaring at the total, undeniable exposure, but she forced herself to yield, taking a shaky breath under the pillow as she let him guide her open.
Ren's hands moved back up, his fingers hooking into the delicate dark lace of her panties. With a smooth, agonizingly slow pull, he slid the fabric down her thighs, over her knees, and pulled them completely off, tossing them carelessly off the edge of the bed.
He paused there, resting his hands lightly on her bare thighs.
Even with the pillow completely hiding her face, Ren knew she had to be burning a brilliant, violent red under there.
He honestly had no idea how she hadn't thrown him completely off the bed and through the window from sheer embarrassment yet.
The fact that the fiercely proud, incredibly dangerous Maki Zen'in was willingly laying completely bare and exposed for him sent a heavy, intoxicating rush straight to his head.
Ren leaned down, his eyes fixed on her pussy, which looked incredibly soft and pristine in the moonlight. It was a delicate pink, with her labia neatly closed and glistening with a natural, honey-like wetness that proved how ready she was.
Her clitoris was slightly swollen, peeking out from its hood as she trembled with anticipation. Seeing her so exposed and vulnerable, despite her superhuman strength, made his head spin.
He didn't make her wait any longer. Ren pressed his tongue directly against her clit, swirling it in a slow, firm circle.
Maki let out a sharp, strangled cry into the pillow, her entire body jolting. Her hips bucked off the mattress as she instinctively tried to push herself against his mouth, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets.
The sheer, direct sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, and with her face hidden, all she could do was focus on the heat of his tongue working relentlessly between her legs.
Ren didn't let up. He kept his tongue anchored firmly against her swollen center, tracing long, agonizingly slow strokes up her slit before swirling right back to that ultra-sensitive peak.
The taste of her was intoxicating—sweet and heavy—and the more he drank her in, the more she unraveled.
Underneath the pillow, Maki was completely losing her mind. The sounds escaping her were entirely unlike the fierce, confident powerhouse who threw cursed spirits through concrete walls for a living.
Every time his tongue flicked over her clit, a high, desperate whine tore from her throat, muffled into the dark fabric.
The noises were broken and breathless, a chaotic mix of sharp gasps and deep, vibrating moans that she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried.
Sensing she was already teetering on the edge from the intense, unfamiliar stimulation, Ren decided to push her even further.
He coated his first two fingers with her slick, honey-like wetness and slowly, deliberately pressed them inside her tight, incredibly warm center.
Maki practically screamed his name, the sound completely swallowed by the pillow. Her back bowed entirely off the mattress, her powerful, athletic frame pulled taut like a bowstring.
She clamped her thighs together, instinctively trying to squeeze him, her superhuman strength momentarily flaring up in her panic.
But Ren easily held his ground, his hands firmly gripping the backs of her thighs to keep her spread open and exactly where he wanted her.
He began to pump his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, curling them slightly upward to find a new, deeper ache inside her, all while his tongue continued its relentless assault on the outside.
"Ah—! Ren... please...!" she sobbed out, the words barely decipherable through the thick cotton of the pillow. Her head thrashed side to side, her fingers twisting the bedsheets into tight, desperate knots.
The combination of his slick fingers stretching her open and the wet, rhythmic drag of his tongue was simply too much
Ren felt the exact moment her body fully surrendered to him. The initial, protective tightness of her muscles had completely melted away, leaving her walls incredibly soft, yielding, and completely drenched in her own slick warmth. She was more than ready.
With agonizing slowness, Ren withdrew his fingers and finally pulled back, ending his relentless assault.
The sudden loss of contact elicited a frustrated, breathy whine from beneath the pillow. Maki's hips chased after his touch for a fraction of a second before she caught herself, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath in the sudden, heavy silence of the bedroom.
Ren shifted his weight, reaching over to where he had discarded his jacket to fish out the sleek, dark box he had bought earlier. He pulled out a couple of foil packets, then crawled back up the length of the mattress until he was hovering right above her.
Without a word, he grabbed the edge of the pillow Maki was using as a shield and effortlessly pulled it away, tossing it off the edge of the bed.
Maki instantly snapped her head to the side, stubbornly refusing to look at him. Her face was a brilliant, violent shade of crimson, the flush extending all the way down her neck and over her chest.
Her dark green hair was a beautiful, tangled mess against the sheets, and her amber eyes were tightly shut as she bit down hard on her lower lip, completely overwhelmed by the sheer embarrassment of how completely she had just unraveled.