Page 121 of Made for Cyn
“So beautiful,” he says gruffly before leaning in and suckling the tip between his lips.
“Cyn,” I mewl, grabbing his hair and arching into him.
“Fuck, beauty,” he groans, biting down on my nipple gently.
“Yes,” I hiss, grabbing my other boob and massaging it beneath my hand.
He sucks me ravenously, his fingers brushing over my core, and with a gasp, I stand and pull my panties off. I can’t stand to have anything between us. I need to feel him, all of him.
His eyes burn as he unzips his pants and pulls his erection free. With rough hands, he tugs on the length, watching me through lidded eyes as I slowly, achingly slowly, ease down the length while staring into his blazing gaze.
When I reach the bottom and whimper, swiveling my hips, he groans and grips my waist, bucking into me as he lifts me up, and I slam back down. The friction is so naughty, I moan, riding along his length with a grimace and chasing my pleasure.
He stares at me with a wicked smile, his eyes so intense I think it’s what makes me orgasm so quickly, and I cry out, grinding against him and convulsing heavily.
He bucks into me a few times and I shudder before he grips my hips once more and thrusts deep. I can feel his balls tap my butt as he fucks me, and I whimper at the connection.
His mouth pulls back in a snarl, the tendons in his neck standing to attention as he pumps into me desperately, and clenching around him, I squeeze tightly and whisper, “Cyn.”
“Fuck.” He explodes, heaving into me as his warm seed paints my womb.
With another long, low groan, he collapses to the bed, and I follow, laying against his chest. He feels so warm and wonderful, and I’d like to stay here forever, but I can’t fight the deep feeling of foreboding that this, with him, will never be more than a dream.
Fighting back the tears, I bite my trembling lip and close my eyes. He’s stolen my heart, and now I’m flayed wide open because I want him more than is good for me, and I’m terrified of what’s barreling down on us.
When I can’t hold back the shudder that racks my body, Cyn brushes my hair back from my forehead and searches my eyes with a frown before kissing my head and whispering, “It’ll be fine, beauty.”
Nodding, I avoid his gaze and snuggle into his chest. He doesn’t understand. How could he?
I’m running out of time. Iris is a lit fuse, and assuming I survive her fucking explosion, my lies are about to become fodder for his hate.
I’m not prepared. I’ll never be ready.
Iris: It’s time. Meet me at the bridge tomorrow night at eleven
Chapter Nineteen
Cyn wakes me with a brutal kiss before sliding between my legs and pumping into me slowly. All the while, we stare into each other’s eyes until I orgasm, and he follows behind me. My heart churns at the sight of his devilish smile before he rises from the bed and dons his clothes.
“Where are you going?” I ask, pulling the sheet to my neck.
His chest gleams in the low light of the morning and I stare at his tattoos, the visage harsh but so incredibly hot. He glances up, his mouth curling at the corner, and stalks toward me with a sparkle in his eye.
I fall back to the mattress and squeak when he grabs my cheeks and kisses me, my stomach whooshing at the contact, but it’s over all too quickly when he steps back.
“We’re going out. Stay here.”
He’s gone before I can comment, and with a sigh, I snuggle back into the mattress. I’m afraid to know where he’s going, but right now, the only thing that matters is whatever Iris has up her sleeve. Can I survive this?
I sure fucking hope so.
When I wake next, Cyn is gone. Slipping from the bed, I dress with a frown and check my messages, relieved to find no new notifications. I’m full up on drama as it is.
I search the monstrous house for twenty minutes before peaking outside and confirming the SUV is gone. It’s five in the afternoon. Where could they possibly be?
Feeling like a complete interloper, I tiptoe to the kitchen and help myself to some toast and coffee. After, I go back to the room I shared with Cyn and watch television, waiting for them to return. But after hours of sitting around and biting my damn nails, they never come.
It’s time to meet Iris. I was hesitant to text Cyn, knowing I had to leave, and though I should have done just that, I waited for his return because I desperately wanted a last goodbye.