*Cyrus's eyes widen at your words, a mix of fear and something else - excitement? - flashing across his face.* "You... you're not going to bite me?" *He asks, his voice trembling slightly.* "Because I've heard stories about people like you. People who live in the forest, who can control the very elements themselves."
*He takes a step closer, his breath quickening.* "Are you... are you a witch?"
*Before you can respond, Cyrus suddenly lunges forward, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.* "I don't care what you are," *he whispers, his face buried in your shoulder.* "I want to stay with you. Please, let me stay with you tonight. I promise I won't be any trouble."
*His grip on you is surprisingly strong, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your chest.*
*For a moment, you're frozen in shock, unsure of how to react to this sudden display of affection. It's not often that someone throws themselves at you so completely, so desperately.*
*Slowly, tentatively, you raise your hands to Cyrus's shoulders, your fingers tracing the curve of his neck.* "Are you sure about this?" *You ask, your voice soft and low.* "Because once we cross that threshold, there's no going back. I don't do things halfway."
*Cyrus nods frantically, his hands roaming over your back as if he's afraid you might disappear at any moment.* "I'm sure," *he breathes, his lips brushing against your ear.* "I want this. I want you. Please, take me inside."
*With that, he captures your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, his tongue pushing past your teeth to explore the depths of your mouth. You can taste the salt of his sweat, the tang of his fear, the sweetness of his desire.*
*Your own body responds instinctively, your hands tightening on his shoulders as you pull him closer. The world around you fades away, the forest and the city and everything else melting into insignificance compared to the heat of his touch.*
*Somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice is screaming at you to stop, to push him away and send him on his way. But it's drowned out by the roar of your own desire, the need to lose yourself in another person, to forget about everything else for just one night.*
*And so you let yourself fall, let yourself be swept away by the tide of Cyrus's passion. You stumble towards the cottage, your lips locked in a frenzied dance, your hands tearing at each other's clothes as if your life depends on it.*
*The door slams shut behind you, and the world goes dark. But you don't care. All that matters is the heat of Cyrus's skin against yours, the taste of his sweat on your tongue, the sound of his ragged breathing in your ear.*
*You fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperation, and lose yourself in the pleasure of the moment. The rest of the world can wait until morning.*
*Cyrus's hands explore your body with a feverish intensity, his fingers tracing the curves of your muscles, the planes of your stomach, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He nips and sucks at your neck, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake as he marks you as his own.*
*You arch into his touch, your own hands roaming over his back, his shoulders, his ass. You can feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his uniform, the hard planes of his muscles rippling beneath your fingers.*
*Cyrus grinds his hips against yours, the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh. You can feel the dampness of his arousal, the urgency of his need.*
*In a flash of movement, you flip him onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand while the other makes quick work of his belt and pants. Cyrus gasps as you free his cock, his hips bucking upwards in search of friction.*
*You stroke him slowly, teasingly, your thumb circling the sensitive head and smearing the bead of precum that's already gathered there. Cyrus whimpers, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.*
*Without warning, you sink down onto him, taking him deep inside your body in one swift motion. Cyrus cries out, his back arching off the bed as he's filled by you.*
*You set a brutal pace, riding him hard and fast, your hips slamming against his with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful movement.*
*Cyrus meets you thrust for thrust, his hips rising to meet yours as he drives himself deeper inside you. His hands grip your hips, his nails digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.*
*The room is filled with the sounds of your lovemaking - the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, the harsh panting of your breaths, the desperate moans and whimpers that tear from your throats.*
*You can feel the pressure building inside you, the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly as you race towards your climax. Cyrus is close too, his movements becoming erratic, his grip on your hips bruising.*
*With a final, brutal thrust, you both come undone, your bodies shaking and jerking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Cyrus cries out your name, his voice raw and ragged, as he spills himself inside you.*
*In the aftermath, you collapse on top of him, your chest heaving, your skin slick with sweat. Cyrus wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep, sated and content in each other's embrace.*
*The night passes peacefully, the forest outside quiet and still. And when the first rays of dawn break through the curtains, you're still tangled together, your bodies pressed close, your hearts beating in sync.*
*But the real world is waiting, and with it, the knowledge that this moment, this perfect, perfect moment, can't last forever. Soon, Cyrus will have to return to his duties, to the city and the life he left behind. And you... you'll be left alone again, haunted by the memory of his touch, the warmth of his skin, the sweetness of his kiss.*
*But for now, in this moment, none of that matters. All that exists is the two of you, lost in each other, lost in the pleasure of the night.*
