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(Cyrus)

Ainsley ran her handsdown my back, her nails digging into my skin the deeper she kissed me. I never expected this to go any further than it already had but I also knew she needed a push. Even if it was just a little one. Her emotions were all over the place since her nightmare, so I wasn’t sure how far this would go but I would help her forget. Even if it was just for a moment.

Her fingers moved around to my waist, her knuckles brushing over my abs. A shiver raced down my back at the soft touch coming from her. This woman who consumed my every thought.

Earlier when I had heard her scream, a part of me shattered. I had been there. Waking up in a cold sweat, fearing that the demons from your dreams were still lingering around. I had my brother to talk me through it while I did the same for him. But who did Ainsley have?

Me. She had me.

Her fingers hooked into the waist of my pants, pulling me even closer. She may have been shy and timid, but I was right when I told her that there was a fierce woman inside of her too. I couldn’t wait to meet her, but for now we had to take this slow. I didn’t want Ainsley to regret anything.

I broke the kiss, leaning my forehead against hers and just breathed her in. The sweet scent of her shampoo tickled my nose. Before I could tell her we should stop, I felt a hand push into the waist of my sweats. “Babe.” My eyes widened. “You don’t—” A groan escaped me when her fingers wrapped around my dick. “Fuck.”

Ainsley was staring up at me with a look of surprise and a dark hint of lust in her beautiful gaze.

“It’s called a Jacob’s Ladder,” I muttered, trying to control the urge to pump my cock into her hand.

Her eyes twinkled when her hand lifted up the length of my dick only for it to travel back down the pierced shaft.

“Ainsley.” I shook my head. “You don’t have to do this.”

When her hand picked up speed, her eyes never left mine. Besides my dick being in her hand, no other part of me touched her. My hands were gripping the blankets on the bed at either side of her head. Her legs were spread wide. If she closed them just a bit, her thighs would be wrapped around me, but this was almost...better.

It had been the first time I truly gave a woman full control. I liked to let them think they ran the show when it came to having sex with me, but it never lasted long. Yet with Ainsley, she could take all the control she wanted and I would always willingly comply.

Ainsley

Sex had no longerbeen of interest to me. Not when it was taken without my consent for years. But with Cyrus I wanted it, and more. I wanted to take command of his body but offer him my submission as well. I wanted us to control each other and bask in the glow of being connected as two people should be.

Pushing him back until he sat on his heels, I knelt in front of him and pulled his cock free from his pants. I didn’t get a chance to actually look at him when his hand caught the back of my head, and he crushed his mouth to mine.

My hand picked up speed, pumping up and down his thick length. I didn’t have to see to know that he was big. As my palm moved over the barbells, I wondered what they would feel like inside of me.

No, it was too soon. We couldn’t take it that far yet. I wasn’t even sure if he would even want to have sex with me after he saw my scars. Maybe I needed to stop.

I broke the kiss, my hand slowing.

“What is it?” Cyrus asked, his eyes searching my face.

I swallowed hard, images wracking through my mind of what had happened to me. It felt like just yesterday that I had been taken from that café.

“Baby.” Cyrus covered my hand, pulling it from around his length. “Hey.”