Page 99 of Made for Cyn
“Yes, beauty,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck.
“What are we doing?” I moan, arching into him when he runs his erection over my core.
“Mm, all pleasure, beauty,” he growls, and I whimper, fighting against morality and pleasure, but when I hear his sister laugh, I push him away and sit up, righting my shirt with a flush.
“Fuck,” he says quietly.
“I’m sorry.” I look at my hands to avoid his disappointment. “But it’s disrespectful.”
“Is it?” he asks, bemused.
“Yes,” I say, giving him a disgruntled look.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me down on the bed, so I’m leaning on his chest before tucking me close. With a heartfelt sigh, I snuggle in, smiling to myself, because perhaps Cyn is trying after all.
???
I’m still snuggled in Cyn’s embrace when I wake later, but it’s dark outside. Stirring, I sit up with a yawn.
Cyn shifts beside me, and when I look down at him, my heart jumps in my chest because he’s beautiful like this, relaxed and peaceful. Usually, he has a fierce frown and a cold smile, so this feels like another opportunity to see behind the mask.
“I should go home,” I whisper, my mouth dry.
He smirks, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “Iris is covering for you. C’mere.”
With that, he pulls me back into his arms and kisses me slowly, sensually.
“Cyn,” I moan, putting my hand on his chest, but his next words are heaven, and I lose myself completely.
“They’re gone for several hours.”
Before I can respond, he’s kissing me again and I arch into him, rubbing my core against his erection. Groaning, he grabs my ass and grinds into me fiercely, before grabbing at my shirt.
“Take this off,” he says gruffly, and I pull it over my head. “So fucking sweet.”
My heart pulses in tandem with my core as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. Heat shoots through the tip and I buck and moan, my insides like molten fire as he plumps my breast with his wicked fingers.
“So hot,” he growls, biting me gently.
“Cyn,” I cry out when he palms me, grinding into my pants.
The friction isn’t enough. It’s a tease and I push him away, smirking as he frowns.
Pulling my pants off, I rise before him, naked, and he sears me with his stare, his eyes dropping from my boobs, down to my waist, my naked core and back. I shiver under the feral quality of his gaze and squeal when he pulls me under him and spreads my legs wide.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, beauty.”
“Yes,” I breathe, watching avidly as he dons a condom.
“Ohh,” I moan when he eases inside of me.
With a lick of his lips, he sits back, grabs my legs, and fucks me slowly. The buildup is sweet, and I watch through lidded eyes, thrilled by the pleasure I see behind his.
He stares at where we’re joined with avid intensity before looking up at me and his eyes flicker before they deepen to an intense green hue. Leaning over, he slams into me, and my boobs shake under his thrusts. And with a groan, he curls my legs toward my torso and pounds me into the mattress.
Another orgasm rushes through me on wings of fire and I meet him as best I can pinned to the bed, until without warning everything tightens, and I explode. In any other situation, I’d probably be embarrassed by the wetness that seeps from me, but with Cyn, I can’t concentrate on anything but his lips pulling back in a snarl as he surges into me.
“Beauty,” he groans before he spills and the feeling is so insane, I close my eyes. This connection I feel can’t be one-sided, right? Shit, I’m fucked.