Chapter 95: Raw

Before the words could fully leave her tongue, an even more overpowering, unyielding kiss flattened her lips, carrying a suffocating pressure and sheer madness.

"Mmm..."

The man possessed naturally sensual, full lips.

With every deep suction and brush, a fine, continuous current of electricity rippled across her lips, sparking an unbearable, tingling itch.

It was as if he were born solely for kissing—scornful of gradual steps, capable only of violent, ruthless plunder.

His tongue intertwined with hers, sliding into her mouth with the slick dexterity of mating serpents, recklessly harvesting every drop of sweet nectar laced with her fragrant Guide pheromones.

He left her absolutely no room for resistance.

The warm, slick friction swept past her lips and teeth, whipping up surge after surge of an icy storm.

Waves of scalding heat crested and rolled over her, threatening to drown her entirely.

She felt like she had tumbled into a boundless, scalding sea, with heavy, boiling currents wrapping around her limbs and rushing past her ears.

Bunny tried desperately to evade his lips; she was rapidly running out of oxygen.

Unable to push away the heavy weight of his shoulders, she could only dig her fingernails into him in distress, twisting his ears and pulling at the dark roots of his hair.

Irritated by her thrashing, Cyrus clamped his fingers around both of her wrists, pinning them securely above her head to give himself free rein to plunder as he pleased.

"Baby, don’t move..."

The subtle, intoxicating scent of her body drifted into his nose, awakening his deepest genetic instincts.

This scent—from the very second Bunny set foot in District 616, it had been the object of his darkest, most predatory longing.

Whether it was stealing her clothes, watching her in secret, or forcing kisses upon her...

Whenever he caught other men interacting intimately with her, Cyrus nearly lost his mind with sheer jealousy.

His possessiveness ran every bit as deep as Chi’s.

Xander knew how to put on a show—disguising himself as a gentle, considerate, and understanding partner, laying bare his scars and vulnerabilities before Bunny to trigger a woman’s natural instinct for pity and protection.

But Cyrus couldn’t bring himself to do that, nor did he care to.

His pride and arrogance wouldn’t allow it. More accurately, he had never once considered exposing his weaknesses to anyone—not even to the woman he desired.

Because he trusted no one. Raised among the upper-class elite, he was engineered to be a product of utter detachment and absolute rationality.

Cyrus’s heart was colder than that of any other Sentinel in the base. As a fallen prodigy who had tumbled from the very top of the pyramid, he understood the fragile, fickle nature of humanity better than anyone else.

Yet right now, that absolute rationality was crumbling into dust beneath the exquisite, soft fragrance of the woman before him, leaving him a total slave to raw desire.

The man’s ragged breaths grew increasingly heavy, raspy like coarse sandpaper dragging across torn parchment, making the shell of her ears burn hot.

His assault shifted from violent dominance to a sticky, lingering trail of wet kisses sliding from the corner of her mouth straight down to her neck.

Bunny’s mental compatibility with Cyrus was exceptionally high—high to a degree she couldn’t possibly fathom. It was the exact reason why Chi had recognized her as its mate from the very first glance.

And his Sentinel pheromones held an equally terrifying aphrodisiac effect on her.

She could feel her consciousness softening and yielding under his suffocating kisses and heavy caresses.

He seemed to inherently know how to make her body respond to his every touch.

It was an exceedingly dangerous sign.

With one hand supporting the back of her head to deepen the kiss, the man’s other hand glided smoothly downward, casually lifting the hem of her skirt.

The calloused pads of his fingers were scalding to the touch.

Bunny’s sanity snapped right back into place in an instant.

Blinking through misty, tear-filled eyes, a breathless warning escaped from between her lips:

"Cyrus... You can’t..."

The man lifted his head. Under the dim overhead lights, his sharply defined face looked as deep as a dark abyss—an incredible masterpiece of superior bone structure paired with the rugged, dangerous charm of a handsome rogue.

The silver brow and ear studs only heightened his uninhibited, magnetic pull.

Yet the grin on his face was wickedly cruel. "But baby, you’re already wet."

If Bunny was only slightly lucid moments ago, she was now completely wide awake.

"Get off me!"

She wanted to smack that trashy mouth into oblivion!

She swung another slap at him, but this time, he caught her wrist mid-air, gently pressing his lips to her delicate, pale knuckles.

"Sure thing, baby. Let’s go roll around between the sheets right now."

"I’ll roll your bloody—"

He acted as if he couldn’t comprehend basic human speech. "If my baby doesn’t want to do it here, we can go do it on my bed."

With that, Cyrus began unbuckling his belt.

Bunny’s pupils dilated in shock. "Are you insane?!"

The muscles in the man’s thighs were dense and rock-hard, the arched line of his back exuding a wild, dangerous threat.

His body heat burned scalding hot—like molten lava threatening to melt her down completely.

This was the rebound effect of a Sentinel who had gone far too long without effective mental alignment—a sudden, overwhelming surge of mating heat triggered immediately after his mental sea had been cleared.

Just catching a whiff of it was enough to send Bunny into complete, panic-stricken disarray.

These Sentinels were each more unhinged and terrifying than the last!

It was no longer an abstract, unimaginative stat on paper, but a shocking reality of absolute physical power unfolding right before her eyes.

This was way beyond anything she could ever handle.

She was actually going to die—literally die!

Cyrus remained entirely deaf to the woman’s desperate curses. The harder she swore, the more intoxicatingly thrilled he became. Then, gazing down at Bunny beneath him, he began.

What on earth is he doing?

Bunny glanced downward, her expression instantly darkening into a furious scowl.