Alice was certainly enjoying herself. Just looking down and getting lost in the heated gaze of Cyrus, the slight sting of his fingers digging into her thigh helped to ground her. She had the very same desire to see how far she could push him before he snapped. Or before she snapped, as it may well be.

"Cyrus." His name left her lips with a decadent moan. And then, even though it nearly killed her to do it, her hips stopped moving. He was still resting against her folds, but she was no longer allowing any friction.