Once he was fully encased in my body, he stared down at me, a look of complete wonder and joy on his face.
God, had his features always been so expressive? Or was this moment that special to him as well?
Before I could form another thought, he shifted his hips, pulling back and slamming forward, completely claiming me.
I cried out under him, my nails digging into his shoulders and he pounded into me, taking me, fucking me. Hard and fast and wild.
His rhythm faltered, his hips snapping and jerking in thrusts until he screamed my name, his cock jumping inside me and his mouth crashing over mine, stealing my breath in a soul-searing kiss.
Cyrus fell to the mattress next to me and gathered me into his arms. His large body cradling mine as he kissed me again and again.
We lay there together for a while, the silence between us the kind of comforting warmth that only comes between friends.
Between soulmates.