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“NO!” I gripped his hips, glaring up at him. “Mine!”

That got a bark of laughter from him. “Yeah, baby. It’s definitely yours.”

I enclosed the head in my mouth again, sucking and licking the bulbous head, licking and swirling my tongue over and over. Cyrus let his head fall back and groaned. The muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders bulged while the veins and tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief. I had never seen anything sexier in my life. Why I hadn’t waited for this man to come into my life before giving my virginity to another would forever haunt me. Cyrus had shown me more respect and pleasure than Steve ever had.

Trying to take him deeper, I forced him farther into my mouth until I felt him against my back teeth. It wasn’t enough to gag me but was decidedly uncomfortable. My jaw ached, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make him lose control again. I wanted… to look into his eyes as he came down my throat and know it had been me to take him there.

I didn’t have to wait long before sweat sheened over his skin and droplets fell from his face to mine. Looking up to his face, I willed him to look at me. To see me with my lips around his cock. In a desperate bid to get his attention, I dug my nails into his ass where I gripped and urged him to move.

“Fuck, Odette… Fuck!” His nostrils flared, and he bared his teeth at me. “Pull back -- if you don’t, my load will go down your throat. Pull back now!”

I didn’t. Instead, I gripped him even tighter, keeping my eyes open, looking up at him while he fucked my face with shallow pumps of his hips. Seconds later he roared his release, never taking his gaze from me. Great ropes of cum spurted from his cock into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to miss a drop.

“Finger yourself, Odette! Come with me!”

Not doing what he asked wasn’t even possible. One hand went to my clit and I stroked. Seconds later, I followed him, screaming around his softening cock as I sucked the last of his cum from him.

The next thing I knew, Cyrus was lifting me into his arms. He carried me to the bathroom, only setting me on my feet to start the shower. Still, he kept one arm around my back, clamping me against his body. Just as well. My legs were Jell-O.

He washed us both, seeming to take delight in simply touching my body. I couldn’t deny I enjoyed the feel of his calloused, rough hands on my skin. We didn’t talk. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I could. For the first time since I found out Steve was essentially leading a double life, my mind was blessedly quiet.

“Sit on the shelf, baby.” Cyrus urged me to where he wanted. When I sat, he knelt between my legs with a cloth. I started to close my legs reflexively, but he placed a hand on my knee, meeting my gaze steadily. I sighed and smiled, relaxing as he stroked my thigh. I nodded and he washed between my legs. It was an intensely intimate gesture, one I never expected from anyone.

He washed me carefully, touching me gently. When he finished, I expected he’d help me to my feet. Instead, he leaned in and kissed my mound before his tongue snaked out and lapped at my wet flesh.

“Cyrus! What are you doing?”

“Ain’t you had this before?”

“NO!” I tried to push him away, but he was having none of it.

“Be still, baby. Let me taste you. Please.”

Cyrus wasn’t one to say please. As he’d put it before, he avoided the word no at all costs because he hated the word. He could have continued on, and there was no way I’d have stopped him. It was just -- the sensation was so foreign I wasn’t sure what to do with it.

In a move that I never thought Cyrus would be capable of when he really wanted something, he didn’t take what he wanted until I nodded my consent. He already knew he could have what he wanted from me. The way I’d behaved when we’d had sex was a hard clue. I wanted to take every part of him he wanted to give.

Once I nodded to him, he stroked my lips with his tongue gently, taking a tentative taste before flicking my clit lightly.

“Fucking delicious, Odette. Absolutely fucking delicious.” Then he tugged me to the edge of the shelf and buried his face between my thighs. It was just one more thing in a long list I’d been missing from sex. It was then I realized I’d never willingly go back to sex the way I’d had it with Steve. I deserved pleasure. I deserved to be treated the way Cyrus had treated me during our time together.

It didn’t take long for him to push me up and over the edge of madness. I cried out a powerful orgasm that had my body seizing up and my back arching. My thighs clamped around his head as I ground my pussy against his lips, trying to ride out waves of pleasure on instinct.

When it was over, when I settled back to earth, I was as drained as I’d ever been. My mind was quiet. My body sated. I have no idea how Cyrus got me dried and into our bed, but the next thing I knew, he was turning out the light and pulling me against him. I rested my head on his chest and he kissed my forehead before stilling himself.

I was floating between sleep and wakefulness, breathing in the masculine, spicy scent that was all Cyrus. Before I realized I was going to say it, the words, “I love you,” slipped from my lips. Then I sighed and let sleep have me.

Chapter Eight

Odette

“Wake up, honey.” I stretched as Cyrus kissed and nuzzled me awake. There was a sliver of sunlight peeking through the curtains in his room but otherwise, I had no clue as to the time.

“Whassup?”

“We have company coming, honey. Your brother is on the way to meet us here.”

I stiffened. “Donovan? Why?”