world will break you. Makes no sense to me, and it…”
He didn’t finish, so I prompted him. “And it?”
“It makes me want to beat anyone that tries to screw that up. Did you like the Fae? Jack? Did you like dancing with him?”
I stared at the line of Cypress’s jaw, tracing it with my gaze instead of my fingers. “I did like him. He spoke truth to me even in the riddles. But I’d rather have been dancing or talking to you. Why didn’t you ask me to dance?”
If I were being honest with myself, that was a question that had been bugging me all night.
Cypress pursed his lips and cupped my cheeks. “Princess, I’ve been trying to tell you, we can’t be together. It’s why I tried to stop this...thing between us. This inevitable thing.”
“I don’t want this life. What if we just left?” I asked, my voice growing in intensity as I pictured that solution. We could leave. We could leave this place and figure out what to do. I’d only known Cypress for a short time, and I didn’t want to put any expectations of forever on him, but I wanted to live my life.
“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