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“Oh god…right there,” I wail as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. “Ah fuck, yes, Cy!”

The scream echoes off the walls as I somehow start squirting again.

“Fuck yes!”

Cy’s thrusts are erratic, and then he freezes. I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as we ride the waves of pleasure. Our breathing is fast, our skin damp. When he’s done, I think that’s it. He can’t possibly go again. But as his eyes lock on mine, I swallow hard.

“Roll over,” Cy growls as he pulls out.

It’s slow, but I turn over onto my stomach, sighing as he rubs his stiff cock against me. I’m addicted to his touch. He’s made me this way. I’ll never get enough of him.

With a hand on the back of my neck, he pushes into my sensitive pussy. My body welcomes him and tightens around his hard shaft.

“Fuck I can’t get enough of you,” Cy says, voicing my feelings.

Face pressed into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets, the bed rocks with every thrust as he fucks me faster than before. The soft material muffles my cries.

“You feel so fucking good. You are made from pure sin.”

The words are sweet to my ears, but I barely register them. I scream into the pillow as he somehow manages to steal a fourth climax from my body. It’s so intense that I fear I may actually black out. The euphoric and light-headed sensation is pure bliss.

I’m floating on a cloud while Cy talks dirty to me, and his rhythm changes once more. He roars as he comes for the second time.

Cy collapses on top of me, and the heat of his body keeps me warm as our heartbeats slowly return to normal. His fingers link with mine, and I’ve never felt more whole than right now in this moment with him.

“I love you, Butterfly.”

“I love you too, Cy.”

“Those are the sweetest words you’ve ever said to me,” he says, and I smile. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again, but until then, I’m staying just like this.”

I let my eyes close and smile. Only one word comes from my lips.

“Okay.”

chapter

fifty-six

“It’s not that they don’t care. It’s that they don’t look close enough.” – Haven

HAVEN

My legs are still wobbly, and I’m grinning like a loon.

“I think I’ll make steaks for dinner,” I say, leaning my head back under the warm water, eyes closed as I rinse the conditioner out of my hair. “Does that sound good?”

“I’m not really hungry,” Cy says from somewhere near the sink.

“How can you not be hungry? I’m starving.”

Something slams loudly with a bang. I jump and look to see Cy on his knees, clinging to the sink.

“Oh my god, Cy.”

I shut off the water, open the glass door, and don’t even bother with a towel as I rush to his side.

“What’s wrong?”