Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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?”
“You knew I called him to let him know you were here. He’s concerned about you. Likely thinks he’s bringing you home.”
“But he has patients to see. Did you tell him we were together?”
Cyrus snorted. “If I had, I have no doubt the whole of Salvation’s Bane would be here instead of Blade alone. No. I thought it best to get you inked and wearing my property patch before I tell him. Still might cause a war between our clubs.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t want to cause you problems, Cyrus.”
“You ain’t, baby. Besides, once you’re inked, we’ll have the whole of Iron Tzars at our backs. Besides, it might take some convincing, but I don’t think your brother will kill me too much.”
I blinked. “Did you… Did you just make a joke?”
He was silent, looking at me with a blank expression for several seconds. Then he grinned. We both chuckled.
After stretching and protesting appropriately, I walked naked to the bathroom. Soon after that, I found myself facing the vanity while Cyrus railed me from behind. As always, I loved watching the intensity of his expressions. Cyrus might not be able to relate to emotions or understand exactly what he was feeling, but they were there. And, by the look of his face while he did it, the man loved fucking me. I was good with that.