Chapter Thirty-Three (Continued)
He yanked her back toward him, pressing his forehead against hers as he sandwiched her between himself and the wall. “I’ve changed my mind,” he growled.
Moira’s lip twitched up, and she gasped as he pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips against hers with a desperation that matched her own.
She grabbed his shirt, tugging it toward her. The alcohol had relieved some of the tension, but the slight buzz wasn’t enough. She needed to feel close to someone—anyone. She needed something to cling to.
The need to feel something besides the darkness that resided within her was overwhelming. She needed him in her. Now.
He grabbed her ass in his hands, lifting her off the ground smoothly. She clasped her legs around his waist, tearing at his shirt.
They stumbled further into the dark shadows of the bar.
He broke from her mouth, placing hungry kisses down her neck, leading further down her chest.
“Cyrus,” she gasped.
“I know,” he whispered. “Just—stay here for a moment.”
He broke away, setting her down gently, and walked up to the bar. He spoke quietly to the bartender and exchanged a few coins for a slender copper key.
In less than a minute, he was back, key in hand.
He pulled her close. “There’s a room upstairs.”
“Thank god,” she breathed, taking his hand as he led her up the rickety stairs in the dark corner of the bar.
Cyrus half carried her to the room at the end of the hallway. They were through the door and on the bed in seconds.
They stared at each other breathlessly.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice deepening.
“Yes,” she said, ripping his shirt open. “Are you sure?”
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He answered by pressing his lips against hers. She opened her mouth in response, taking him in.
She dragged her hand down his bare chest, feeling his toned stomach. Her hand went further down to the hardness pressing against his pants.
Cyrus grabbed her hand. “Not yet.”
He pulled her arms above her head. “You said you needed a distraction.” He pressed her hands firmly into the mattress. “Can you behave?”
The look in his eye held a darkness she hadn’t seen before. One that left her breathless.
“I’ll behave.”
He smirked, keeping eye contact as he lowered his head to her pants. Which unfortunately, were still on.
She moved to pull them off, when he stopped her with a look. “What did I say?”
Moira let go, letting her hands fall back on the bed.
Cyrus leaned down, pulling on her waistband with his teeth. She shivered as they grazed against her bare stomach, whimpering as they went even lower.
She squirmed against the bed. Desperate need surged through her. The need to forget. To fly. She felt herself crumbling under the weight of it all.
His head rested between her legs, and he looked at her, catching the wild look in her eyes as he used his tongue in far more interesting ways than kissing.
Oh, his tongue.
She tilted her hips up as he explored her with his mouth, giving special attention to the little bundle of nerves that sat swollen with need.
Moira threw her head back, groaning as he slipped a finger inside her, destroying any rampant thought that’d been circling in her mind.
She was close, close to letting go. Moira couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed all of him.
She broke his rule, lifting her arms and pulling him toward her.
“I need all of you.” She almost tore his pants off in her rush—and he let her, revealing the hardness that lay within. Her eyes widened at the size.
Cyrus wrapped his arms around her, encompassing her in his large form. She squirmed beneath him. She didn’t want to feel warm and safe. She wanted the rough and dirty desperation that sex between strangers provided. And Cyrus was close enough to a stranger, with the secrets she knew he was holding back.
He plunged into her. She gasped, stretched to her limits by him.
Yes, that’s what she wanted. The slight twinge as she took him in fully. She clasped her legs around him, forcing him deeper. Letting the feeling wash over her as he sank deeper with every movement.
“Harder.” She clawed at his back, willing him to take it to the next level.
He sped up, and each movement sent her closer to the cliff.
She gasped as she reached the edge, ready to fly.
One last plunge and they fell together, riding the wave of ecstasy, as they both fell to the bed, quivering.