Possess Me Please (16 page)

He brushed the stray hairs off her cheek and let them sift between his fingers. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I still have a few questions is all. I was wondering if you, um…Are you able to father children?”

* * * *

Cyrus pulled Izzy back into his arms and smiled against her neck. “Are you worried I might have gotten you pregnant?”

Just as suddenly, his smile evaporated as raw pain hit him in the gut. No. He couldn’t have children, and for the first time in his long existence he actually regretted that fact. He could picture their child, a little girl with her mother’s eyes and charm.

Only, it could never happen.

The thought that she might have been worried that she may be carrying his baby made his chest ache. Would she have even wanted his child?

“No. I can’t father a child,” he went on. “And I can’t give you any diseases, either. As I told you before, once I take a body, anything that is ailing it, other than old age, is cured or healed.”

She stiffened a little, and he leaned back to look down at her. “Are you relieved?”

She reached up and softly stroked his cheek with her fingers. “No. I’m not relieved. I just wondered, since we haven’t used protection.”

He sighed and swayed into her touch. “Are you saying you would want my baby?”

Cyrus watched as she closed her eyes. A small smile played over her full lips. “I would have been happy to have your baby. You have to know that. I love you, and even if you don’t love me, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want your child…our child.”

She loved him. His heart thumped as joy filled him.

Then it hit him like a lightning bolt. He did love her. How could he have questioned that? He doubted he’d survive if anything happened to her—hell, he would go freaking crazy if something happened to her. He wanted to spend every waking and sleeping moment with her, and he wished he could give her a child. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.

Cyrus kissed her gently. “Izzy, I—”

Her cell phone started ringing, cutting off what he was about to say. She pulled it out of her pocket. “It’s Nina.”

He was in love with her. How had he survived for so many long years without ever falling in love?
Because you never met Izzy until now.

They were soul mates. He wanted to make her happy, be the reason she smiled. He wanted to protect her, hold her, share every minute with her. She could steal his breath with a simple grin or giggle, hold his heart in her hands. She could decimate him.

Maybe he had finally found something that could kill him, because if she ever turned her back on him, his soul would shrivel up and die.

Chapter Thirteen

“I don’t want you to do this, Nina.”

Isabelle paced back and forth while talking to her friend on the phone and shooting Cyrus I’m-going-to-murder-you glances.

The man had the nerve to keep cool and calm. In fact, he was infuriating, standing nonchalantly with his hip propped against the couch. As much as that irritated her, her heart thumped harder. He was gorgeous, feral, and…hers? She wanted him to be hers. She was forever his, had no choice in the matter. Her heart had decided that without bothering to consult her brain. But would he break her heart?

“You are my best friend.” Isabelle chewed on her nail and listened to Nina’s protests and insistence about accepting her help. “I don’t care! I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

Isabelle couldn’t deny that if the tables were turned, she’d do the same for Nina. But the tables weren’t turned, and if something happened to her friend, she’d never forgive herself.

Yet hadn’t she done the same thing to Cyrus? She’d insisted on being a part of Stephen’s binding, and had asked Cyrus to promise not to blame himself if something happened to her. How could she expect someone else to do what she couldn’t?

Stephen was going to get her if he wasn’t stopped. After that, he’d hurt someone else. Isabelle shivered at the memory of the pain he’d caused her already. Her soul felt tainted from the bastard’s touch.

She stared at Cyrus. Did she trust him enough to put her own life, as well as Nina’s, in his hands? A resounding
yes
vibrated through her in response. He would protect them. She had to have faith that everything would work out.

Nina was surprised by her change of heart, but promised to see them tomorrow night. Isabelle hung up the phone and was so engrossed in her thoughts, she jumped when Cyrus wrapped his arms around her from behind.

She sank back against his warmth and sighed. “I’m scared.”

Saying those words out loud was a tough pill to swallow. She hated admitting fear.

“I won’t let anything happen to you or Nina.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.” She turned to face him. “Promise me something.”

His brow rose. “What?”

Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheek. “If something does go wrong, and you have to choose, save Nina.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

She tried to wriggle free from him, but he held her to him with ease. “Forget it! I won’t do it, then.”

The tears finally escaped and flowed freely.

Cyrus brushed the tears away with his thumbs, brought one to his mouth, and kissed it. “You have to. You know that.”

“No! If you can’t promise me that, I won’t do it.”

“I can’t, damn it!” He waited until her gaze rested on his face. “I’m not capable of making the choice you are asking of me. I can never choose someone else’s life over yours, Izzy.”

“Why?”

“Because it would kill me to lose you. I love you.” He pulled her tight to his chest and buried his face in her hair and repeated the words. “I love you. Do not ask such a thing of me. It would destroy me.”

She cried out in frustration and joy. He loved her. She framed his face with her hands and brought his mouth to hers. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

“With pleasure.”

His lips were soft but firm, and he cupped the back of her head with one hand, twisting his fingers in her hair. Cyrus tugged gently until her head tilted back, and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth and tangled with hers in frantic exploration.

Isabelle moaned and pressed her body tight against him. His heat radiated through her, warming her, igniting her.

He broke the kiss, then, and she cried out in frustration. But Isabelle quickly forgot the absence of his mouth on hers when he nibbled and licked a path down her neck to her nipples, gently tugging and nipping at each peak through her shirt.
He continued lower, kneeling down to undo her jeans
, sliding his hand under the waistband and panties, his finger finding her clit.

She squirmed closer to him as he rubbed the sensitive nub. Her wetness coated him, intensifying the friction on her center, and she clutched at his shoulders. “Cyrus!”

He slid a finger into her tight channel. Isabelle’s orgasm ripped through her, searing every nerve into a perfect, exotic mixture of pleasure and pain. She screamed Cyrus’s name over and over until the ripples of pleasure began to abate.

He rested his head against her stomach, breathing hard. “I have to taste you, Izzy.”

Before she could respond, he yanked her jeans and panties down her thighs. He stared at her, making her feel utterly exposed.

“You are breathtaking.” He groaned before trailing a finger through her folds. “And so fucking wet for me.” His eyes met hers. “Only for me, Izzy.” He laid his palm over her mound. “Only for me.”

His eyes burned through her. Isabelle nodded. “Only for you, Cyrus.”

When he put his mouth on her and swept his tongue along her already sensitive clit, she nearly came again. The waves began to build inside her, and her muscles clenched in response to his touch. He sucked her clit, then toyed with the bud, rolling his tongue around the small nub until tears formed in her eyes. She thought she might die from the pleasure…

But what a way to go.

He left her clit and drove his tongue up inside her. She strained toward him as he savored and tasted her. He gripped her hips in his hands, encouraging her into a rhythmic motion, each thrust meeting the stab of his tongue.

“Mmm. So good,” he murmured against her.

She tugged at his hair. Isabelle wanted him inside her when she came again. When he refused to budge, she let out a frustrated moan. “Cyrus.”

“No. I want you to come again for me just like this.”

Before she had time to protest, he lapped at her clit again, rolling his tongue around the now swollen button as he slid two fingers inside her. She was lost. Another orgasm ripped through her. Her body shook, her skin sensitive to every whisper of a touch. He continued tonguing her, wringing every tiny spasm from her body. Her knees wobbled so much she thought she might fall, but he swept her up into his arms.

Cyrus kissed her, and she could taste the mixture of herself and him on his lips. He growled and slid his tongue deeper into her mouth, then pulled back and looked into her eyes from under his thick lashes. “See how good you taste?”

She moaned, then gasped when her back hit the cushions of the sofa. He rolled up her shirt and pulled it over her head. Now, her red bra was the only thing left covering her.

He sat up and stared at her, and she fought the urge to cover herself. “What?”

Cyrus reached for the front clasp of her bra and flipped it open with deft fingers. Her breasts spilled out, and he traced one peaked nipple. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you. You take my breath away.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

His eyes fell on her, desire burning in their depths, and any doubt she may have had fled.
Oh, my.

“You are so beautiful, sometimes it hurts right here…” He took one of her hands in his and placed it flat on his chest over his heart. “…when I look at you. I love you, Izzy.”

“I love you too,” she whispered.

She helped him peel off his clothes. Once they were both naked, Cyrus settled between her thighs, his erection pulsing against her. He brushed the hair from her face with gentle fingers.

Isabelle closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Make love to me, Cyrus.”

“With pleasure.”

He slid into her, joining their bodies as one. His hands caressed her everywhere, in every sensitive place she had, while he lazily pumped into her. She stroked his muscular back and butt, clutching his hard cheeks in her hands as the pressure of an orgasm built again. He took her mouth and quickened his thrusts, plunging deep before pulling out and returning.

She screamed out for the third time, his mouth devouring the sound, as she climaxed. He stilled for a second, then gave one last hard thrust, grunting as his seed shot inside her in hot bursts. Isabelle wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring him to her. Her muscles clamped down on him, demanding every last drop. In that moment, she knew that if something went wrong tomorrow night and she didn’t survive, she’d die a happy woman.

* * * *

Cyrus watched Izzy as she dozed beside him on the couch. She was curled against his side, her head and arm resting on his chest. He’d never realized how lonely his life had been until this moment.

He’d been everywhere in the world, seen things that most only dreamed about. He’d witnessed the wonders of the world and camped in the rainforest. He’d tasted the best vintage wines, the most exquisite Belgian chocolates, and fresh lobster, straight from the ocean, grilled seaside. He’d witnessed wars, famine, tyranny, but he’d also witnessed the undying love of a mother, the passion of artists, musicians, writers, and even celebrities. He’d acquired wealth, he’d owned condos, mansions, and stayed in five-star hotels. He’d slept with models and exotic and beautiful women from all over the world.

All his experiences had been magnificent in their own ways, but there had always been something missing. He hadn’t thought anything could compare to the experience of standing on top of Everest. Now he knew that if Izzy had been by his side, it would have been more momentous. His joy at witnessing her awe would have been ten times more meaningful than seeing it by himself.

He also knew, without a single shred of doubt, that Izzy was the only one who could make him feel that way. She was the one woman who existed who could make him feel complete. She was the one he lived for. Her life, her love was of the utmost importance, the substance that made his existence matter, made him whole.

Thinking about what would happen tomorrow night sent shivers of dread down his spine. Being afraid was not something he was accustomed to. He’d experienced apprehension before, but never real fear. He knew exactly what it felt like now because, if just the mere thought of losing her nearly crippled him, he couldn’t imagine how he’d survive the reality.

He pulled her closer.

She squirmed, no doubt in protest to his tight hug. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Her raspy voice made his cock twitch.
Damn
. They’d just made love three times, and he was ready to go again.

He kissed the top of her head and loosened his hold. “Nothing. I was just thinking about you. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What time is it?”

She propped herself up on one elbow and nibbled on one of his fingers after pulling his hand to her mouth.

“About six.”

“I can’t believe I fell asleep. You wore me out.” She stretched. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while.” He nuzzled the side of her neck and breathed her scent deep into his lungs. “You smell good.”

“I doubt that. I need a shower.”

“Believe me, you smell wonderful.” He took another sniff. “Mmm. Just like honey and wildflowers.”

She giggled. “You smell pretty delicious yourself, big guy.”

“Do I now?”

He tickled her ribs and laughed when she bucked, trying to get away from him.

“Uncle! Uncle!”

She gasped when he stopped tickling her and took her mouth with his.

He danced his tongue over hers, coaxing, demanding, and she gave him everything he asked for and more. “I could eat you up.”