Chapter 136: Not enough [R18]

"He lured me deep beneath the ruins of City A, aiming to trap and starve me to death down there."

Bunny’s fingertips paused in mid-motion. "An Aberration possessing high intelligence?"

Cyrus grunted, clearly dissatisfied with her sudden halt. "Keep touching."

"Strictly speaking, he didn’t feel entirely like an Aberration—yet he certainly didn’t strike me as human, either."

"He can replicate the acoustic frequencies of a matriarch to command lesser swarms, but his desire to capture humans stems from something far removed from a simple appetite."

As Bunny’s palm drifted lower across his lower abdomen, Cyrus’s breathing grew noticeably heavier and more ragged.

"It’s driven purely by a twisted, sadistic gratification."

A macabre obsession akin to gutting human bodies, stuffing them like uncanny display dolls, and maintaining them as part of a personal collection.

Cyrus had pursued the creature directly to its lair, uncovering piles of human remains alongside desiccated corpses suspended like marionettes.

Without exception, every single victim had been meticulously dressed and styled.

The entity clearly undercalculated the sheer violence of Cyrus’s strength—failing to anticipate that he could carve a bloody escape route right through an apocalyptic-tier horde.

After trading lethal blows across multiple clashes, both were forced into a stalemate as severe wounds accumulated.

The monster fled into the dark, and Cyrus summoned every ounce of his remaining strength to drag himself out of City A.

Hollowing out internal organs? Why did that gruesome signature feel eerily familiar?

"You lay unconscious out in the wild for twelve whole hours. Why didn’t a single Aberration swarm attack you?"

That was the single question burning most fiercely in Bunny’s mind.

Unfortunately, Cyrus had zero intention of answering it. Instead, he pulled up the hem of her nightgown all the way up her thigh, dropping all pretense. "I haven’t dragged you into bed yet. How could I possibly allow myself to die?"

Bunny swung another slap at his face, only for him to catch her wrist mid-air with ease.

"Finished touching? Now it’s my turn."

Bunny’s brows shot up to her hairline.

Wasn’t he the one who demanded to be touched in the first place?!

Cyrus cunningly pinned both of her wrists above her head. He was practically on the verge of detonating from pent-up hunger.

Bunny’s expression turned a sickly shade of sour green. "Cyrus, do you possess even an ounce of shame?!"

This man was rotten to his absolute core—a total nightmare through and through.

"I want to sleep!"

"We sleep after we finish."

A low, raspy gasp echoed through the room with heavy sensuality, crashing against her ears like surging ocean waves at dusk.

Cyrus’s grip on her wrists tightened, the raw strength in his hands sending a jolt straight through Bunny’s body. His eyes burned down at her—dark, feverish, stripped of every scrap of restraint. The wounds on his torso still seeped dark blood, but the pain only seemed to sharpen the feral hunger rolling off him in waves.

"I nearly died with your name in my mouth. I’ll take what’s mine now."

He shoved her nightgown the rest of the way up, bunching the thin fabric around her waist. Cool air kissed her bare thighs, then the heated press of his palm as he dragged it higher, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.

Bunny twisted, a sharp protest catching in her throat, but Cyrus simply spread her legs with one knee and settled his weight between them. The hard, heavy length of him ground against her through the remaining barrier of his blood-streaked pants, and the contact punched a ragged sound out of both of them.

"Cyrus—"

He crushed the rest of her words with his mouth. The kiss was brutal—teeth, tongue, the copper tang of his own blood still lingering. He bit her lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with a filthy sweep of his tongue while his free hand yanked the front of her nightgown open.

Buttons scattered. Her breasts spilled free; he groaned like a man starving and dropped his head, taking one peaked nipple into his mouth and sucking with ruthless force. Bunny arched, wrists still pinned above her head, a broken moan tearing free as he scraped his teeth across the sensitive tip.

"Fuck—look at you," he muttered against her skin, switching to the other breast, laving and biting until she was squirming. "Already wet for me. I can smell it."

His hand shoved between her thighs, two thick fingers sliding through the slick heat of her folds without warning. Bunny’s hips jerked. Cyrus growled in pure animal satisfaction and thrust those fingers deep, curling them, stroking the soft walls that clenched around the sudden intrusion. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. He pumped harder, faster, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit until her thighs trembled.

"Take it," he ordered, voice guttural. "Feel how empty you’ve been without me."

He ripped his fingers free, leaving her throbbing and open. In one brutal motion, he shoved his pants down just far enough to free his cock—thick, flushed dark, the head already glistening.

He lined up and drove into her in a single, relentless thrust that buried him to the hilt. Bunny cried out, the stretch burning, the sudden fullness stealing her breath. Cyrus’s head dropped to her shoulder; a raw, broken sound tore from his throat as her cunt fluttered and clenched around the thick invasion.

"Fuck—amazing. So fucking amazing."

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then slammed home again, harder. The force of it shoved her up the mattress. He set a punishing rhythm immediately—deep, savage strokes that slapped wetly against her, each thrust punching a sharp gasp from Bunny’s lips. His grip on her wrists never loosened; he used the leverage to keep her pinned and open while his hips snapped forward like a starved beast claiming its kill.

"Feel that?" he snarled against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "Every inch. You’re taking all of me like you were made for it."

Bunny’s nails dug into her own palms. The stretch burned and then melted into molten pleasure that coiled tighter with every brutal plunge. Cyrus shifted angle, the next thrust dragging over a spot that made her vision go white. A broken moan spilled from her; he answered with a low, satisfied growl and hammered that same place again and again, relentless.

"That’s it—squeeze me. Milk every drop."

He released one wrist only long enough to hook her knee over his elbow, opening her wider, folding her nearly in half so he could drive even deeper. The new position let him bottom out completely; the head of his cock kissed her cervix with every savage thrust.

Bunny’s free hand clawed at his blood-slicked back, leaving red trails. He didn’t flinch. If anything, the pain only fed the frenzy. His pace turned punishing—long, deep strokes that withdrew almost entirely before slamming back in to the root, over and over, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

"Cyrus—too much—"

"Not enough," he corrected, voice frayed with pure animal need. He dropped his head and bit the side of her throat hard enough to bruise, then soothed the mark with his tongue while his hips kept pistoning. "You’re going to come on my cock while I fuck you senseless. Then I’m going to fill you until it spills down your thighs."

His free hand shoved between their bodies, rough fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, filthy circles timed to every thrust. The dual assault shattered her.

Bunny’s back bowed off the bed; a raw cry tore from her throat as her cunt clamped down hard around him, pulsing in waves that dragged a guttural groan from Cyrus’s chest. He didn’t slow. He fucked her straight through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking and oversensitive, then kept going, chasing his own release with single-minded brutality.

"Again," he demanded, voice wrecked. "One more. Give it to me."

He shifted, yanking her other leg up so both knees were hooked over his elbows, folding her completely open. The new angle let him pound even deeper, every stroke grinding against her swollen clit.

Bunny’s second climax ripped through her almost immediately—violent, uncontrollable, her walls fluttering and spasming around the thick length that never stopped moving. Cyrus’s rhythm finally stuttered. He drove in to the hilt one last time, hips jerking as he came with a hoarse, broken snarl. Hot pulses flooded her, thick and endless; he kept grinding through it, forcing every drop as deep as it would go until it began to leak out around his still-throbbing cock.

Even then he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside her, chest heaving, blood from his wounds smearing across her breasts and stomach. His mouth found hers again—slower this time, but no less possessive—while his hips gave lazy, shallow rolls that pushed more of his release deeper.

"Still not done with you," he murmured against her lips, the words dark with promise. "I’m going to keep you full all night. Every time you try to close your legs I’ll just open them again and fuck you until you can’t walk."

Bunny’s pulse hammered in her throat. Her body still clenched weakly around him, oversensitive and flooded. Cyrus’s eyes burned down at her, the starved-beast hunger only banked, not extinguished. He rolled his hips once more, deliberate and deep, and the wet sound of it made her shiver.

"Round two," he said, already hardening again inside her. "Hold on."