Page 38 of Soul of a Psycho

I gasp at the velocity. I’m suddenly enveloped in his body, tiny beneath his frame that hovers over me. His arms are corded bars on either side of me, the muscles rippling as he lowers himself to my mouth. His hair tickles my cheeks, and I moan into him as he arrests my lips with his.

I’m gone. The Sky Lyons I was evaporating as he runs his hands along my waist. I don’t know who I am except for his. Hisconquest, his punching bag, his weakness. I don’t care as long as it’s a part ofhis.

I feel my way up his shirt, abandoning any traces of the demure girl I’m supposed to be, and relish in the luxury that is his body. He’s so toned, more than I knew from his regular attire of baggy jackets. He’s hidden away the most delectable bits of him, and I want to feel them all.

I tug at his shirt, silently begging for him to remove it, and he pulls his lips away from mine just long enough to help me, pulling the black fabric over his head and tossing it aside. I get a flash of his dewy, defined body before he leans back in.

He kisses me with a passion I have no trouble reciprocating, and I’m lost in him. His touch, his taste, his heartbeat and heat, and it’s still not enough. I want to breathe the air that’s touched his lungs. I want to get high on his carbon dioxide. I want his body on mine as if it’s a part of me.

As if feeling the same, Cade presses his chest to mine. The silk of skin on skin only makes the need worse though, and I tug at his hair, ravenous with need.

I need my bra off. I need our pants burned at the stake. Ineed, need, need.

His lips slip from mine, finding the soft of my neck, and I take the opportunity to taste the flesh along his jaw. I bury myself in him, inhaling the scent of forest and cold metal, and run my tongue across his skin.

I work my hands between us, desperate to undo his button and zipper. There’s nothing I want more than to have this moment, to really let go, to not beme.But the second my fingers latch inside Cade’s waistband, he freezes.

“Sky.”

It’s a warning.

But a weak one.

I can feel how hard he is against my thigh. I know he wants this too. Regardless, we both halt, catching our breath, but the reprieve doesn’t change my mind, if that’s what he’s hoping to achieve. I’ve been told what I want my whole life. Told how to act and who to spend my time with. I’ve been lectured about appropriate places to be seen, and how to not end up in unsavory situations, and this moment is all those wrapped into a neat bow. A bow of black, stained with blood, and Cade is the present I never knew I wanted.

“I want you,” I beg him.

He groans, a decadent rumble, and his body sags slightly. “Jesus Christ.”

I take that as defeat, and unclasp his button.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Cade

The wind howls outside, sending the candles into a flicker, and leaves drift in from the roof. It’s an omen. I feel it in my chest as Sky unzips me, like a warning from God himself, a wrathful portent to not touch one of his angels. But she’s fucking irresistible. And shewantsme. I can’t bring myself to stop her as she shoves at my jeans, her fingertips trailing chills across my skin, sucking the breath out of my lungs.

Guilt spins like a saw blade in my chest, though. She’s already going to die because of me. Am I really going to soil her too? The idea of filling her up with the most wicked parts of myself… It’s as shameful as it is appealing, like watching the world burn from a safe seat.

Besides, am I going to let myself die a virgin? And could this sin really make my soul any darker? I’m already going to hell, shouldn’t I make it worth it?

I lean back on my knees and let her take charge. It’s better than showing my inexperienced hand. It’s also the least I can do for the weeping angels.

I have no part in this;I tell them,Your blessed one bends to me of their own free will.

Sky’s cheeks flush red as my pants give way to my boxers. The thin material can’t contain me, and I bulge against it with athrob, watching her eyes go wide. Is she having second thoughts already? I smirk despite myself. I’ve been in the showers enough to know I’m slightly larger than the other guys. But I’m also smart enough to know that it’s not your size, but what you do with it that matters. And I’ve neverdoneanything with it.

My smirk falls.

Sky looks up at me from beneath her lashes, her doe eyes pure and needy, but tinged with uncertainty. Her hand trembles, she chews on her lip, and I realize that I don’t get to sit back and reap the benefits. This is my duty, and I can’t let her bear my weight.

“Lay back.” I demand, taking the reins as something clicks into place.

She does as she’s told, her lips curving at my tone, and something about her obeying me, andenjoyingit, fuels me further.

I untie the strings from her checkered sleep pants, taking my time and savoring her anticipation. I only get to lose my virginity once, after all. She watches my every move and gasps as I graze her skin. The sound stirs the blade in my chest, and part of me wants to stop this before I humiliate myself. But the other part, the hungry part, wants to devour her. And I’ve never been good at fighting my dark impulses.

I come to the edge of the bed and pull her pants from the ankle. She maneuvers with them, making it too easy for me. Jesus, does she not know whose bed she’s in? I thought she was smarter than this. I spent weeks trying to resist her, and now she’s just going to let me have her? I just get tohaveSky Lyons? I wonder if I’m still dreaming, and any moment I’m going to wake up, alone in my shack with a hard on.

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