Page 78 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

I shrugged, not really caring in the least if I was sore or not.

“Are you?” Cyrus sat forward, his mouth mere inches from mine.

I swallowed hard, still not used to the fact that I had this beautiful man beneath me.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his lips brushing along the line of my jaw.

I shook my head again.

“No.” He cupped my shoulders, sliding his hands slowly down my arms. “Tellme.”

My heart jumped. He had never asked me to speak. Not until now. Not until we became closer. Not until our feelings for each other grew.

I swallowed hard but the words wouldn’t leave my mouth.

“Tell me if in fact you are sore or not, pet.” His voice was low, hitting somewhere deep inside of me. Somewhere that had remained hidden for years.

My mouth fell open but still, the words wouldn’t escape past my lips.

“You said my name earlier,” he murmured, his mouth pressed against my ear.

My eyes widened.

“You were having a nightmare, but I was able to calm you down and then you said my name,” he explained. “I pulled you into my arms and having my cock rubbing up against you, settled you down.”

My body heated, not realizing the physical touch could calm me down like he said.

“Say it again, Ainsley. Say my name.”

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I knew for sure that he wasn’t going to break me. But he hadn’t given me any reason to think he would. Maybe I needed to talk to someone. Maybe I needed to find out when it was okay to open myself up completely to him. To anyone for that matter.

“Say it,” he growled, nipping my jaw.

I went to pull away from him when his hold on me tightened.

“No, you’re not getting away from me. Not this time.”

Pushing against him, I could feel myself closing in. I needed away. Out of his touch. Off of this bed. I needed a damn moment.

“Ainsley.” Cyrus shoved me onto my back. “Stop fighting me.”

I suddenly felt backed into a corner. My heart pounded in my ears, my stomach clenching to the point of painful. Bile rose to my throat as memories came rushing back.

So much agony. So many tears.

“Look at me.” Cyrus’s voice sounded so far away.

I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the demons of my past.

Suddenly, a firm mouth captured mine in a deep, bruising kiss.

I gasped at the contact.

Cyrus slipped his tongue between my lips, the kiss becoming deeper. He grabbed my hands that were still pressed against his chest and shoved my arms above my head.

A part of me wanted to fight him, while the other wanted him to fuck me. Lifting my hips, I shivered as my body slid along his cock.

He growled, nipping my bottom lip. “Stop. I’m not fucking you like this.”

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