But fuck my mind. My body ruled me now. And water.
I wrapped him in a sheet of my power and smiled as he caressed me in kind. So much peace in that seductive touch. It elicited a sigh so deep that I swore I left the world for a moment before I returned.
“Cyrus,” I breathed, arching into him once more. “Please.”
His growl vibrated my chest, causing my nipples to bead against him beneath the shift I wore. I wiggled, wanting it off, yearning to feel.
And then his mouth took mine in a kiss unlike any other. It subdued me in a way that left me whirling beneath him. His tongue became my new addiction, my only way to breathe, as he took me underwater and caressed me with his very soul.
“I’m going to hell,” he whispered.
“Only if I can go with you,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck as he ripped the gown from my body. His clothes soon joined the torn garments on the floor, allowing me my first glimpse at the beauty that was Cyrus.
All seamless lines of perfection, a swimmer’s body encased in a power I longed to stroke.
I went to my knees with him, both of us naked and admiring and petting and memorizing. His fingers wove into my hair, his lips capturing mine once more, as his opposite hand dipped between my legs. “So fucking wet,” he praised.
I gripped his shaft, marveling at the size and girth, and smiled. “So damn hard.”
He chuckled, his teeth running over my bottom lip before he sucked it deep into his mouth. “I’m sorry, Claire.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I just am,” he murmured, his mouth taking mine again and silencing my reply.
He released my hair to grasp my hips, yanking me forward and returning me to my back. His tongue slid across my cheek, to my ear, and down my neck to my breasts. I wove my fingers through his hair, reveling in the sensations his mouth unleashed on my stiff peaks. He used his teeth, causing me to writhe, while his hand disappeared between my legs again.
Gentle wasn’t in Cyrus’s nature.
And yet, every touch was smooth and thorough, reminding me of waves caressing my skin.
A sense of rightness overwhelmed me, causing my water element to dance to the surface and play with his. Raindrops prickled our skin, vacillating between hot and cold, each one eliciting a new sensation between my legs.
“Cyrus…” Each pelt against my being churned the ache inside me, creating a whirlpool I couldn’t control. It kept building and building, overtaking me and consuming my every breath. “More.”
He kissed his way up my body, each brush of his mouth stirring a moan from my throat, until I swore I would scream.
“I can’t say no to you,” he said against my ear, his arousal aligning with mine. “I’ll give you what you need, Claire.”
“Yes,” I hissed, bowing off the bed as he slid inside me.
So slick.
So wet.
So perfectly us.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him possessively and swearing to never let him go. His head fell to my neck, his harsh curse fueling my desire. My legs wound around his waist, my body pumping in time with his, as he edged us closer to the waterfall of oblivion.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I forced his mouth back to mine, kissing him as if I required him more than oxygen. And maybe I did. Because I swore we were swimming underwater.
All I could hear were our hearts beating in tandem with one another.
The slide of his body over mine.
And the consuming warmth building between my thighs.
His name fell from my lips, only to be caught by his. One of his hands fell to my hips, urging me to keep up with his quickening pace, while the other cupped my cheek.