Chapter 39 UNRAVEL ME
UNRAVEL ME
CAMILLA JONES (FL) — 23YRS
CYRUS STERLING (ML) — 29YRS
They sat in silence during the entire drive back to the house. Camilla was not sure what to say and Cyrus looked one comment away from fucking her in the car, so she remained quiet.
Camilla's heart beat hammered against her chest by the time they drove into the garage. She was out of breath as he pulled her out of the car and straight into the house.
His movement was so fast. One moment Camilla was blinking up at him, the next she was being pushed against a wall and her spine tingled from the momentum.
“Tell me what you want?” He rasped, his crazed expression doing something insane to her insides.
Her heart thudded against her chest, her pulse thundering with each beat. Camilla lost the ability to speak, not even a word. The way he stared at her, with his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with each ragged breath, made her shiver.
This wasn't an act, because no one was watching, everything felt real, his hard stares, her sensitive body, the urge and drive to lunge at him and kiss him senseless.
Cyrus was a living temptation, and right then she was thinking, especially about what she wanted, was he?
“I'm not sure,” her voice came out dry, barley audible over the storm in her chest.
Cyrus lets out a groan and stepped away. He missed her warmth instantly, but didn't make a step forward.
“Cyrus…” Camilla reached out to touch him, but he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“You can't touch me like that.”
“And you can?”
He traced the column of her neck with his free hand, and her whole body lit up like a firework. “I’m not scared to touch you like that, I don't know what it does to you. But you? You have no idea what it does.”
Camilla inhaled sharply, but doesn't say a word.
“Are you scared?” She suddenly asked, her gaze trained on him.
Of course he was.
He wanted nothing more than to break her open and worship her at the same time and it scared the shit out of him.
Nothing good last for him.
His silence answered her question.
“I'm scared too.” She muttered, her voice dropping to almost a whisper.
Cyrus met her gaze and a ghost smile appeared on his lips. Without warning he lurched forward, the warmth from earlier returning.
“What are you scared of?”
He asked, his tall imposing figure, hovering over her like a predator, his dark hooded gaze pinned on her.
Camilla swallowed hard. She had never thought she'd crave his touch as much as she did at that moment and she found herself irritated with how much control he exudes over the situation, meanwhile she was forcing herself to be sane.
“No, you first. What are you scared of?”
“You wouldn't want to know?”
“Of course, I do.”
“This.” Cyrus grabbed her waist with his free hand and twirled her against him, so that her back was pressed against his chest. He released her pinned wrist for a moment, and snaked his arm around her shoulder, that her body was pinned hard against him.
A sharp, yet low gasp escaped Camilla's lips when her body came in contact with Cyrus'. She was pressed against him so hard, that she could feel every inch of his body, without the exception of his throbbing cock.
“Oh God!”
Cyrus lowered his head to lean into her neck, his lips teasing her earlobe. “I want to fuck you and I'm scared you'll say no.”
Camilla released a shuddery breath. “Cyrus…that wasn't a joke.”
“I didn't crack one.” he murmured, using to the top of his tongue to tease her ear.
He was painfully hard, just few inches from losing his sanity, especially when he had her pinned against him like that. Her overwhelming scent did nothing sooth him this time, instead it stirred every feeling he thought he'd lost–Lust. He was burning with lust for Camilla, craving to be inside her. But she wasn't an easy access, getting her down to this point was a course which needed to be studied seriously and carefully.
He was getting there or maybe still far.
Camilla was too overwhelmed to form or say a word. Even though she wanted to say something, she was sure she was going to stutter.
Cyrus flipped her to face him,“Say something, Camilla.” His gaze pinned her down like a blade against skin, sharp, demanding.
Camilla met his stare without flinching. “You want words?” Her voice was low, steady. “Fine. You’re reckless. You act like I’m already yours, like I don’t get a say in this heat that you keep dragging me into.”
His jaw twitched.
She leaned in, close enough that her breath skimmed his lips. “But I do get a say, Cyrus. And if I let you in — it’s because I choose it. Not because you made me too breathless to think.”
He froze — then chuckled, dark and low. “Christ, You undo me, Camilla.”
“Good,” she whispered.
A little push, and her body was pinned against him again. Her plump chest against his hard ones. With a hiss, he claimed her lips in a deep kiss.
Camilla felt her knees giving out, as if noticing, Cyrus carried her up, so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. With their lips still locked, he made for their room.
He groaned as her palms found the back of his neck, locking him in place as he ravished her mouth. She could still feel the heat from his ragging cock and it did nothing to sooth her heat inside her, knowing he was hard for her.
His kisses grew more uncontrolled as he stepped into the room. Camilla stifled a moan as her back hit the soft sheets of the king sized bed.
He bit down on her bottom lips, drawing a metallic taste in her mouth. He slowly released her lips, making a squelching sound.
His hand around the back of her tightened and his thumb pressed against her thundering pulse point. Their chests rose and fell with each ragged breath. Goosebumps spread across Camilla's skin as Cyrus opened his blown eyes and turned them on her.
“You’re not entirely convinced?”
Camilla shook her head, desperately needing the perfect words to voice her thoughts.
“It's…it's too soon.”
“Everything became soon the moment you showed up.”
“Sex is complicated…”
“I'm complicated.” Cyrus cut her off.
“It's going to change us….for better or worse and I..”
“I know we're married and we'll eventually do it.”
“Not if you don't consent and I won't force you to.”
“I owe your family a child, Cyrus.”
“Shh, don't say it that way.” He placed his thick, long finger against her lips.
“As much as a child Is needed, I would never let you birth one, not when you don't want to.”
“But Cyrus…”
“No buts. Enough talk.”
He leaned in and sucked the flesh on her neck. Hard and deep that Camilla couldn't whimper that escaped her mouth. She arched into him. Her legs were still wrapped around his slender waist, as he made himself comfortable, between her thighs.
When he finally released the flesh on her neck, which had turned dark red, he looked up at her. “If I'm not going to be inside you tonight, give me something to hold on to.”
Tonight seemed to be filled with surprises. Camilla could barely count how many times she'd be taken off guard by Cyrus and yet, here was another one.
Uncertainty lurched at her chest.
“What if you get to be inside…”
Cyrus bit his lower lips, as if trying to keep himself in check. Only the thought of being inside her, was enough to make him ejaculate.
“No, not tonight. You're not ready. Something else.”
Camilla was no saint—never pretended to be. She knew exactly how to unravel a man, how to touch, how to tease. Especially a man like Cyrus, who burned like a fuse waiting to be lit.
She brushed her fingers along the back of his neck, slow and deliberate. “You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” Her voice was low, laced with promise. “You’re not the only one who knows how to push.”
The way he groaned
told her everything she needed to know.
Note: THIS CHAPTER IS FROM MY NEW AND ONGOING STORY — WILL DROP THE DETAILS ONCE ITS SIGNED.