Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I fumbled getting the lube from the nightstand, slicked my fingers, and pushed two inside his body. “My hole.”
He pushed back against me. “Yes. Yours. Always yours.”
His ass hugged my fingers, stretching and opening for me, getting prepared to take my cock. We were made for this, our bodies made to fit together in this most primal way.
I pushed a third inside him, stretching his pretty, pink rim, then flicking it again with my tongue, pressing it around my fingers so I could taste him. I wanted to consume him, to let him consume me, until we were one.
My dick begged, throbbed and pulsed to be inside him. Pushing onto my knees, I pumped lube into my hand and slicked my cock. Cyrus was still on his belly, head to the side, and… Look at me, little lamb. I need to see your eyes when I take you.
That was the ultimate possession, to see him, to look at him while we came together in this way. But more than possession, I wanted him to see how I felt, to know that there was nothing I wouldn’t give him, that he deserved more than he’d ever had, and I was the man who would give it to him.
“Turn,” I said gently.
“Crow?” He looked at me over his shoulder.
“I need… I need to see you.” Because this wasn’t just for him. This was for me as well. One of the last steps I needed to take, one more thing I would own, take it back from all the things that happened to me in the past.
“Yes. God yes. I need that too.”
My heart broke, knowing this was something he craved that I’d yet to give him. “I’m sorry.”
Cyrus rolled to his back, looking up at me with the naked love he gave me so freely. “No. Don’t be. I didn’t want it until you were ready.”
I nodded, then leaned down and took his mouth. Everything had felt fast and frenzied until now, but the kiss slowed things down—the initial taste of him, his tongue in my mouth, mine in his. The way our lips played together, our tongues telling each other secrets that would only belong to us.
I pushed Cyrus’s legs open more, hooked them with my arms. He reached for me, holding the base of my cock as he pressed the crown to his rim. Our gazes held fast, firm. The world could fall apart around us, and we wouldn’t be able to look away from each other. I slowly, so slowly, pressed inside him.
A drop of moisture fell to his face, a stray tear of mine sneaking out. Crying wasn’t something I’d done much of, and never because something was so beautiful, so perfect.
His mouth parted, a slight exhale as I was buried to the hilt. His body squeezed me, molded to me, but I didn’t move, just stayed inside him, looking down at this man who’d changed my world.
“You are my sun too. My life was darkness until you gave me your light.”
“Crow.” His voice broke on my name, and he reached for me, tangled his hand in my hair, resting it on the back of my head.
“I…I love you,” I told him, then kissed his tearstained lips. I pulled my hips back, then thrust into him again.
We alternated between kissing and fucking and looking at each other. When he smiled, I couldn’t help but taste it, but I just wanted to see him, wanted to watch the pleasure slide across his face, see the love in his eyes as he gave himself to me.
Every time I thought one of us would come, I slowed again, dragging this out so he hopefully never had to leave this bed.
His body was so hot, so tight and soft as his insides dragged along my cock with each slow plunge inside him. It was perfect. It was everything, but somehow still not enough. I flipped us, holding on to Cyrus so I stayed inside him until I was on my back and he straddled me.
I’d never done it like this before, never given control to anyone to ride me, but I wanted to share that with Cyrus. Wanted him to know how much I trusted him.
“Mine,” he said, using the word I associated so often with him. Cyrus knew what this was, knew that while I’d told him before that I belonged to him too, that now I was giving myself completely, willingly, needed to be his.
He didn’t take his gaze away from me. He was so beautiful, every inch of his skin. I pressed my finger to the bruise my mouth had left on his neck, and he gasped, arched closer and rode me harder. His hot, tight body rose and lowered on me, enveloped me, as Cyrus took what he needed from me—this time, me being the one to give to him.