Page 76 of Ivy & Bone

She and Cyrus were similar that way.

So, just as he opened for her, she opened for him, relaxing against the mattress as he drank in every part of her, every freckle and blemish, every imperfection.

“I am yours, Cyrus,” she vowed.

“You are mine,” he echoed.

He started with her stomach, pressing feather-light kisses along her brown skin, trailing higher and higher. He stopped at her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples until she arched upward with a moan. He kept one hand on her breast as he continued upward, tongue sliding along her skin. His teeth clamped down on her throat, firm and unyielding, but not painful. She leaned into his bite, demanding more. When he didn’t oblige, she took hold of his cock again, knowing exactly how to drive him mad.

Indeed, he went stiff in her grip, his cock twitching.

“I can play, too,” she whispered. Then, she slid under him and brought her mouth to his arousal.

“Shit,” he choked, his hands pressing into the mattress as she took him in her mouth, deeper and deeper. “Gods above, Prue.”

Satisfaction swelled in her as she roved her tongue over him, just as he’d done to her. She worshipped him with her mouth again and again. His cock pulsed inside her. He shuddered from her touch, his whole body quivering. But he was writhing against her tongue, urging her to go on.

Just before he climaxed, Prue pulled away, and he swore again.

“Thousands of years I’ve lived,” he rasped. “And you’ll be the death of me.”

Prue laughed, pushing him backward onto the bed and climbing atop him. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She spread her legs on either side of him, both of them gasping as his cock nudged at her entrance. “You are mine, Cyrus.”

“I am yours.”

She sank onto him, letting him fill her completely. She cried out, heat burning her eyes, her whole body taut with awareness. He thrust upward, harder, and she moaned, the impact jolting her very bones. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, a firm and powerful presence that set her blood on fire. Her hands were on his chest, her fingernails digging into him as he drew back, only to plunge into her once more. Her moans intensified, tearing at her throat. His hips lifted, and her thighs tightened around him. He pushed again, deeper this time. But she wanted him. Violently. The time for being gentle was over.

She leaned closer and clasped one of his horns, her fingers pressing hard. He groaned and obeyed her unspoken demand, slamming into her again and again. The bed frame rattled against the wall. She rode him, one hand still on his chest, her gasps burning in her throat. Lights danced in her vision as she climaxed, the force of it blasting through her with the intensity of a thousand suns. He followed after, his hands tightening around her legs, his eyes closing with pleasure as he spilled into her. Ragged sounds poured from his lips, the desperate noises of a man in the throes of passion, and she relished that. She was the one who made this powerful god exclaim and tremble and beg for more. She was his undoing.

As his thrusts slowed, she cried out his name, both a plea and a promise.

I am yours. And you are mine.

GATE

CYRUS

Cyrus woke with Prue’s naked body tucked alongside his. Her back was up against his chest. He had one arm wrapped around her, his head nestled in the crook of her neck, and her dark curls sprawled around them both.

But he didn’t mind. Her hair smelled like mint. And he was beginning to learn that was just her scent.

He closed his eyes, pressing the barest of kisses to her shoulder.

She shifted, inhaling deeply. As she wriggled against him, he suppressed a shudder at the way his cock responded. Gods, what this woman did to him . . .

Prue must have felt his arousal because she chuckled, the sound low and raspy and maddeningly sexy. “Well, you’re certainly awake, aren’t you?”

Cyrus gathered her mass of hair and carefully draped it over her shoulder so he could press kisses along her bare back. “Would you prefer to go back to sleep?”

She pushed against him, grinding mercilessly, and he growled in response. “What do you think?” she challenged.

In seconds, he had her flipped over, facedown on the bed, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her. She cried out, whether from surprise or delight, he couldn’t tell. But he didn’t care. She turned her head, burying her face into the pillows to muffle the intensity of her moans. He pulled out, only to drive himself into her further, deeper. She arched against him, her body trembling. Her hands sought him out blindly until she grasped his thigh, her fingernails digging in silent command.

He obliged. His hands clenched around her legs as his cock moved inside her, back and forth, their bodies finding a blissful rhythm.

“Cyrus,” she gasped out.

The sound of her desperate sigh nearly undid him. He leaned in and swept his tongue over her shoulder, then grazed his teeth along her skin before biting down. She let out a ragged groan, tightening around him.

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