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Cyrus pulled away, giving me another wink and slipping his fingers in mine. “Let’s get you some books.”

Once I chose which ones I wanted, Cyrus helped me by carrying my bag of books. Even though they were purchased, he still helped me get a library card for whenever I was in the area. Even if I never used the card, I still stared at it in awe that I actually had one.

“You’ve never had a library card before, have you?” he asked, as if he could read my thoughts.

I shook my head, wishing I could have been more normal for him.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal.”

But it was. Maybe not for him but it definitely was a big deal for me. There were a lot of things I had never done before, but I hoped that with Cyrus’s help, that maybe one day I could.

***

We had quickly gonefor a bite to eat but both of us were suddenly on edge, so much so that I couldn’t even taste the food once it hit my tongue. We ended up getting most of our meal to go and ate in the SUV on the way home.

Once we stood outside my apartment door, I expected Cyrus to kiss me goodnight and leave like he did after the first date we went on. But this time, he stared down at me. Waiting.

I took a deep breath, unlocked the door and stepped into my apartment. I figured he would follow me but when I turned and saw that he was still standing at the door, I realized then that he was waiting for an invitation.

His dark eyes were locked with mine, his body rigid and stiff. He was waiting. For my permission. For my words. For me to tell him that I needed him. I did. I needed him more than I had earlier that day.

Placing my bag on the floor by the wall, I pulled off my sweater. Keeping my eyes on Cyrus the whole time, I hoped that with me removing my clothing, he would get the hint.

Letting the sweater drop to the floor, I backed up and started unbuttoning my jeans.

His eyes darkened, his tongue peeking out to lick along his bottom lip. He stepped over the threshold, closed the door behind him, and clicked the lock into place.

I took a step to the right and began backing up down the hallway leading to my bedroom.

Cyrus followed, his steps slow and powerful. I could feel the anticipation the closer he got to me.

By the time I reached my room, I was completely naked while he was still fully clothed.

The backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed, forcing my heart to jump to my throat.

No words slid between us the closer we came to giving each other what we both wanted.

Sitting on the bed, I slid back as he crawled onto the bed between my knees. Our mouths were the first to touch. The kiss turned hard and frantic quickly. My body burned with need for him. He ignored my scars and replaced them with happy memories. Memories I could never thank him enough for.

Reaching between us, I undid his belt and lowered the zipper to his jeans. I didn’t care that he wasn’t naked. I just needed him inside of me. So deep inside me that all I could feel was him. That was what I wanted.

I slipped my hand into his jeans and pulled out his thick cock. He groaned, deepened the kiss, and fisted the blankets at either side of my head.

Spreading my legs, I lined the tip of him up to my center when he thrust forward, filling me to the hilt.

I cried out, arching beneath him.

Cyrus cupped my inner thigh, pulled my leg out to the side, and picked up speed with his hips. The first time we had sex, I was in full control but now, this was all Cyrus. He took, he gave, and he completely devoured me.

His powerful thrusts forced me over the edge in a matter of minutes, my screams becoming louder and louder.

He never said anything the whole time. He only touched me, kissed me, and made love to me until all I could feel was him.

I came a second time when Cyrus pulled out of me and slid off the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge before flipping me onto my stomach.

My heart leapt to my throat.

“You need me to stop, you tell me,” he whispered, slowly slipping back inside me. He kissed my shoulder, linking his fingers with mine above my head.