Page 37 of Fighting the Odds

My eyes flutter open slowly and I squint. Small rays of sunshine break through the blinds, barely hitting the edge of the bed.

After sending my reply to Sam yesterday, I turned off my phone. I had hit my limit of emotions. The video of Sam added a small flicker of hope, but it was still overwhelming. Rage for Wesley burns in my veins, constantly pumping through my body. If I was a violent person, I’d want to feed him to the sharks—I’d take great delight in watching him scream as they bite hunks of flesh from his body.

A strong muscular arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. Something large and hard presses against my ass causing my core to pulse with need.

I grind back into him as a soft moan escapes my lips. Cyrus grips my hip tightly, his fingertips digging into my skin. “Stop that, Sierra. I told you last night I didn’t have any condoms,” he growls as he nips my ear with his teeth.

“We need to fix that,” I whisper as I press myself further into him, soaking in how safe and cared for I feel in his arms.

“Yes, we do, but if you want, we can do other things.” I look over my shoulder and see him staring with a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?” My voice trembles with nerves, while my stomach flutters.

“Do you trust me? You know I’d never hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want, but I’d love to make you feel good, baby.”

“I know, Cyrus. You’re the only person who hasn’t disappointed me.”

He rolls me on my back and gets on his knees between my legs. When he stares down at me, his intense onyx-colored eyes turn even darker.

Cyrus lowers his head, his lips grazing mine as his husky voice vibrates against them. “While I love these lips, more so since I kissed them, there’s another set I long to taste. Can I, Sierra?”

My core instantly clenches, flooding my panties and throbbing with need. I try to squeeze my legs together, but his body is in my way.

“Is that a yes? I need your words.”

“Yes, please.” I moan, and he captures it with his mouth.

He kisses me so deeply, my toes curl up. When he pulls away, my lips quiver and he laughs. I instantly miss his touch, but the feeling doesn’t last long. He starts peppering kisses along my neck and down to my chest. The thin, flimsy shirt I’m wearing rubs across my pebbled nipples, intensifying the sensation.

Cyrus places his open mouth around my right peak and sucks it through the fabric, flicking his tongue across the hard little mound.

He groans and my pussy clenches.

It feels so good and I don’t want to stop. Broken pictures start flashing in my mind, blurry and unrecognizable, but a sinister feeling accompanies them. I gasp, my body shaking and Cyrus stops.

“Are you okay?” he asks, frowning.

“It was nothing. Please keep going.” I place my hand on his cheek, gently caressing it.

“No, Sierra. Tell me what happened. There’s never going to be any secrets between us. Not anymore.”

I take a deep breath.

“Fuzzy images. I couldn’t make out anything or understand what was happening. I feel dirty, tainted. I think subconsciously I know whatever it was is wrong.”

“Memories,” he mutters.

“Of that night?” I ask, and he nods.

“So we can keep going and risk them flooding to the forefront of your mind, potentially coming clearer until we know what happened that night. Or we can stop right now and not risk it.” His tone is even, but he clenches his jaw. The lines on his forehead and around his eyes crinkle as he looks at me with concern.

“Or we keep going, the memories come back and we deal with them, then build new ones. I want to replace every horrible thing in my life with something amazing.” I pull his head down, crashing my lips against his, and I can feel him smile against them.

“Then let’s get back to it,” he whispers as he pulls away, moving back down my body, this time taking the other nipple into his mouth. His hand slides across my stomach, slipping underneath the waistband of my panties. He pauses at my mound for a moment before letting his fingers slip through my slit. Cyrus slowly glides them up and down, hitting my clit each time he does.

I rock into his hand as my back arches off the bed, pushing my breasts into his face. All the sensations are overwhelming, setting my body on fire and I cry out.

Cyrus raises his head, my nipple popping out as his husky voice fills the air. “You like that, baby?”

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