“I don’t know, Layne. You would always be on the run with me. And you need to learn how to use your powers. You can’t protect yourself from enemies until you do. Your parents are the only ones that can do that.”
“Then I’ll learn,” I rushed out. “I’ll learn and then we can leave. I don’t want this life. Please don’t take me from one prison to another, Cypress. I spent my life in a cage, and I want to see the world—with you.”
Eyes sparkling with emotion, Cypress stared at me. I lifted up on my tiptoes and brushed my lips to his, my moon power sizzling at the contact of our skin. He groaned and deepened the kiss, nipping at my bottom lip as he moved.
His chuckle stopped me in my tracks, and I snapped away. “What?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“We definitely need to learn how to control your powers,” Cypress said while looking down. I followed his line of sight, then giggled when I saw what he was referring to. Vines had circled his legs up to his knees, locking him in place.
“This could be fun,” I moaned.
“What are you doing, Princess?” he rasped as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock.
“Returning the favor. I want to taste you.”
“We need to move. We’re going to die on top of this wall.”
I stopped. Dang, he was right. Cypress grabbed me and dragged us both on top of the roof, more secured. The moment we were safe, I took the tip of his cock in my mouth for one swirl. He groaned. But I was only getting started. I licked up and down him until I was ready to do more. He put his hand on my shoulder.
“I appreciate the sentiment, and gods know I want your mouth on my cock, but that’s not what I want. And make no mistake, I always get what I want.”
He pushed me down on the roof. The bite of the concrete hurt for a second, but then I couldn’t think at all. “I wanted to pay you back.”
“There’s no payback in sex, Layne. There’s just you and me. There’s just fucking. And that’s what I want, to fuck. I want to fuck you until I can’t think of you dancing with that asshole again.”
I could really get into this jealous side of him, and if he wanted to fuck, as he kept putting it, then I’d never say no. I’d be crazy to, and I was many things, but not that.
“Well then fuck me already,” I replied with a smirk.
My words made him jump. Cypress positioned himself between my thighs and shifted my panties to the side in one quick movement. There was no warning or build up. Cypress thrust into me with intensity, and my walls stretched to accommodate his thick invasion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned while bunching up my dress in his fists. My legs shook, and my lips searched for his.
“Harder, Cypress,” I begged. This felt so intrusive and dirty. We were under the moon and soaking in the magic of the night, fucking raw and hard on the rooftop.
He happily thrusted harder. Our skin slapped, and my wetness coated both of our sexes. Writhing beneath him, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the only way Cypress could fuck. Harsh and demanding. Rough. Bloody. Dirty sex with naughty words growled in my ear. I wondered if the world had sharpened him like a knife, and the only way he knew how to love was with the points of his teeth sinking into my creamy skin.
I was battered and bruised. He was everywhere. It was an intensity I craved and felt ashamed of. Vines and flowers bloomed around us as I wrapped my legs around his back, allowing him deeper.
He thrust. Again and again. It was brutal, but then it stopped. He wasn’t finished, neither was I, and I wasn’t sure what had made him cease. I stroked my hand down the side of his face. “Are you okay?”
“You’re so beautiful, and I don’t...I don’t know how to do this with you. I don’t know how…”
I kissed him, as gently as I could. “You can’t do this wrong. However you want me, is how I want you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to own you. And I know that’s wrong.”
I kissed him again. “In a perfect world, we could own each other. Let’s just take this moment. For now, on this roof, with you inside of me, we own each other.”
He nodded like that made sense to him. Maybe we were both mad in that moment. I gave him permission to own me. The thing was, it turned out that when Cypress owned something—or someone—he took beautiful care of them. Gone was the rush and the pain. In its place was gentleness I hadn’t expected. He moved more slowly, and the pleasure built up again, this time bringing tears to my eyes. Over and over but not in a rush, not in a way that he wanted to hurt me.
He shifted his hips to change how he drew out and pressed inside my body.
I didn’t understand how I’d come to care so deeply for someone so quickly. Maybe I’d been starved of affection for so long that I easily clung to someone. I craved connections because I’d been denied them most of my life. But I didn’t want to chalk this up to my brain’s way of seeking affection. This felt different. This felt meaningful and destined. I couldn’t explain it any other way.
Over and over we moved. He owned me in that moment, fucking me with
