Daphne's POV
He absolutely did.
Cyrus drove into me with a desperation that bordered on violence, his grip tight around my throat as he controlled every breath I took. He pulled my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes before spitting into my open mouth, making me swallow every drop. My climax hit without warning, my body trembling and clenching around him as I screamed his name.
"Look at you, you filthy little thing," he growled against my ear. "Getting off while I'm deep in your ass like this."
I could only nod, mouth hanging open, sounds pouring from my throat like I'd lost all control. "I need your cock, Cyrus. God, I need it so badly."
His fingers tangled in my hair as he yanked my face toward his, claiming my mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and raw hunger. He never stopped moving inside me, stretching me, filling me completely while I went limp in his arms. I wanted him to consume me entirely. I wanted to exist only for his pleasure.
He showed no mercy.
