Page 58 of One Secret

It's all the consent he needs.

From one breath to the next, I'm flipped over. My hands slap the wet rock and my board shorts are suddenly gone. Cyrus is yanking aside my bikini bottoms, spreading my ass and—yes! Sinks that hot and steely length of his deep inside my body.

My vision blurs. My heart stops.

I swear I feel him all the way to my ribcage; lancing straight up my center and pinning me to the rock face.

Panting on shallow air, I try to get my knees onto the stone. I try for leverage so that I can stabilize myself and thrust back against his shaft. But the surface is slippery and I can't find a purchase...

...But Cyrus isn't doing the work either.

In fact, he's gone very, very still.

'Cyrus?' I try to look over my shoulder, half-distracted by the way my inner muscles are adapting to his invasion, to his size... How thick, full, and complete I feel, in this moment. I'm still panting like the oxygen has been sucked from the air. 'Cyrus what's going o—'

'I'm bare.'

The words are so rough, so animal, that I can barely translate them.

'What?' I try to blink the stars from my eyes.

'I'm not... Fuck, Darcy. I'm not wearing anything.'

From his deadened tone, I know he doesn't mean a swimsuit.

I can feel him inside me, raw and sensitive. Skin on skin.

He braces a hand on the rocks beside my head and starts to push, sliding deep within me and sending firework sparks along my nerve endings...

...But he's moving in the wrong direction!

I grasp his wrist, nails piercing skin. I pin my thighs together to try and hold him inside.

'No,' I pant.

'Darcy...' he growls, clearly in all kinds of inner conflict.

'It's fine,' I tell him. 'I need this. We want this.'

'What about—'

'I'm clean,' I assure him. I got myself tested when I discovered our attempts at contraception had failed in other ways... 'Are you?'

'Last I checked.'

'Then it's fine,' I promise.

'What about—'

'You can't get me pregnant.' Again.

'You're on the pill?'

Not anymore. And not that it did me any good when I was.

I don't want to lie. But neither do I want this to end prematurely.

'Trust me, Cyrus. It's fine. Please God, just finish this.'

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