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Maybe this fucker is trying to kill me.

I’m lightheaded, but it only adds to the sense of euphoria.

“Fuck yes. So perfect. My perfect Butterfly.”

Each word loosens my throat. Each one makes me wetter. I’m pushed deeper into the depravity that’s been building between us for years.

“You’re mine,” Cy growls.

He thrusts into my mouth over and over, turning my throat raw. And yet, I know I’ll do just about anything to hear him say those words forever.

“Yes, just like that. So fucking close.”

Looking up, I can make out his head thrown back and his body tense from my mouth on him. Me. I’m bringing him this pleasure. There is a dark beauty in that knowledge. One that I feast on.

“I’m coming.”

He freezes, holding my face to his body. I can feel his cock swelling before the hot rush of come flows down my throat. I swallow fast, and he groans louder.

“Fuck,” Cy roars as he pulls out.

I sputter and choke as I finally take the first full, deep breath in what feels like hours. Air has never tasted so sweet.

There is no time to recover before Cyrus grabs my chin. He bends over, and his tongue replaces his thick cock. When he pulls away, my lips are swollen, my jaw is sore, and my throat is raw. And all I can think about is doing it again.

Taking my hand, Cy helps me to stand.

“Whatever else we need to talk about can wait until tomorrow. Where’s the bedroom?”

I point toward the stairs. The corner of his mouth tilts up, and I know I’m in for a lot more before he’s done. I can’t deny that something has shifted between us.

It’s not just love. That is too…broad.

It’s the way he says my name as if it belongs to him. It’s the way he looks on stage, sex and sin with his own brand of arrogance. It’s how he finds me off stage without trying. He always knows where I am, and I’ve never really been out of his reach. It has always been like this between us.

Cyrus Vale has the entire world at his feet, but for some reason, I’m the one thing he refuses to share.

I’ve been telling myself for five years that I can breathe without him, that I don’t need this and don’t need him. But the second he’s close, the air shifts between us, calling me a liar. My thoughts turn reckless. My body forgets every reason I ever had to march away and not look back.

And the worst part, or maybe the best…

I love the way he says, “You’re mine.” Quiet and certain, like it’s the truth. I’m his.

And maybe. Just maybe. I always have been.

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“For the first time in a long time, the silence feels like peace instead of punishment.” – Cyrus

HAVEN

I try to cry out with the orgasm, but my throat is too sore to let any sound pass. The pleasure is so intense that it’s being torn from my body. It’s violent and completely devastating in the best way.

My breathing is reduced to an erratic rasp as I struggle for normalcy. I collapse forward on top of Cy, nothing more than weak limbs. I’m no more able to lift my baby finger than my head from his chest. I blanket his body, but we are both so hot and sweaty that I can no longer tell his skin from my own. We’ve officially melded into one person.

Spent or not, doesn’t matter to Cy. He is still firmly inside, pumping up into me with a punishing rhythm. His fingers dig into my ass and force me down onto his cock. I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been at it.