UNRAVEL ME 2

“Cyrus…what are you doing?” Camilla widened her eyes as Cyrus brought his head lower, between her thighs. The hem of her dress raised.

“Shhh….Relax.” he cooed, as he caught her hand and put two fingers into his mouth. His free hand was cupping her breast, kneading with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“Cyrus, No—”

He lifted his head and looked at her his with his stormy grey eyes, “It’s insane, I know. I don't….I can't explain it, Camilla. I can't stop thinking ...