Page 39 of Soul of a Psycho

I blink away my inadequacy and try to focus on being worthy of her. She deserves more from me, and I intend to give her everything I have to offer.

My gaze follows the trail of her legs, their satin-like a road to hell. When I reach her thighs, I grit my teeth and suck in a breath. Holy fucking. Mygod. A scrape of black fabric barely covers her pussy, her slit defined and calling. I growl, half angry that she’s undoing me this way, half grateful she’s giving me this gift. I lean over her, desperate to get closer.

We’re stripped down to our underwear, and it’s enough to make me come right now. But I’mnotgoing to be that guy. I hold her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, and she holds mine. I realize I’m just staring, clawing with myself to hold it together, as she arches her neck.

I give her the kiss she wants. The kiss she deserves.

Gentle. Safe. Devoting.

She is a goddess, after all.

Fuck knows I want to ravage her, but I’m a peasant at her mercy, and she’s entitled to worship.

Her mouth parts for mine, and I slip my tongue inside.

Before I know it, we are tangled in each other. Somehow, I’ve gotten between her legs. The soft inner of her thighs cushions my hips, and I’m entranced by the way she runs her fingers through my hair. Every so often she tugs, pulling a groan from me that has me nipping at her lip. I trail a kiss from her jaw, down to her neck, and further still. I don’t stop. I kiss the swells of her breasts, and I don’t look for confirmation as I find the strap of her bra, and slip it from her shoulder.

She doesn’t stop me.

When is she going to stop me?

I push my luck and expose both of her perky tits, hoping she’ll finally come to her senses and end this, putting me out of my misery. But she doesn’t even bat an eye, doesn’t flinch under the weight of my gaze on her body. She even seems to be basking in it.

I narrow my eyes and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, moaning against my will at the theft of her. She whimpers softly as I swirl my tongue, and a grave realization suddenly plagues me.

I won’t let her stop this if she tries.

I’m too far gone. I can’t stop until I taste all of her, feel all of her, corrupt every pure bit of her soul, and make her holy voice cry my cursed name.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sky

Ican’t stop myself from watching Cade as he lowers the shaft of his cock towards me. I know I should be nervous, but nerves were wiped out when Chase—

No.

I’m not going to go there. Not now. I won’t let it spoil this moment. Besides, this scenario is so drastically different from that day that it’s hard to even correlate the two as being the same act.

I do wish I was a virgin, though. That’s the only thing tainting this moment. That I can’t give Cade that part of me. It was stolen so abruptly… Maybe Cade can steal it back.

“Last chance to run,” he says.

He’s bracing himself with one arm while the other holds his cock at my entrance, and I snap my eyes up to his. There’s a darkness in them, darker than usual, and a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth where those devilish teeth threaten me. It’s a pinning stare that sends a wash of fear through me, as if he would like to see me try and run, just for fun. But I’m not going anywhere, as much as that might disappoint him.

“I’ve done enough running tonight,” I tell him, and wriggle closer, urging him inside.

“Your perdition.” He quirks a brow.

And then he’s against me, edging in, slowly, every so slowly. I cry out at his languor, gripping onto his back to steel myself. It’s pleasure and pain at the same time, so closely etched together that I can’t tell the difference between the two. The stretch both stinging and igniting something in me. I spread my legs wider, hoping for reprieve or more depth, I’m not sure.

Cade’s body shakes with tension as he nestles inside of me, a primal hiss escaping between that bite of his. It’s the sound of barely contained ecstasy, and satisfaction rolls through me, pleased that it’s me breaking his composure—me the place a demon finds bliss.

His body melds to mine, my breasts pressed against his firm chest, and I dig my nails into the flesh of his back. He glides out of me so effortlessly, pulling a whimper from my throat, and then dives back in with grace.

We both moan together, and then his lips find mine. We crash together, two waves becoming one. I can taste his desire, a desperate and manic frenzy that sucks me in until everything burns away. With every thrust, the stinging falls to the background, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting more. I’m awarded a guttural groan as I pull him deeper, and I feed on it, rocking my hips in sync with his.

“You’re…” Cade pants. “Killing me.”

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