Page 144 of Texting Dr. Stalker

I didn’t stop to make sure she was okay.

Icouldn’tstop.

The protective part of me drowned beneath a possessive asshole who wasn’t satisfied with a simple kiss.

It wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough because I wanted goddamneverything.

Licking the seam of her lips, I plunged my tongue into her chocolate-flavoured mouth.

Sagging against me, she yanked my hair, demanding harder.

I delivered.

We became as unhinged as the other, our heads dancing, tongues knotting, lips wide, and breath ragged.

My hands dropped from her nape to her waist.

Not breaking the kiss, I shoved her up the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around my hips, connecting us, punishing us.

Grinding against her, the kiss turned demonic as we fought a war of lust, tripping straight into violence with every lash of our tongues.

I lost myself to her, to her kiss, to her power.

My hips surged up, rocking, needing.

The release I’d given myself roared back into agony. It burned through me, deleting all rationality, turning me inhuman.

I couldn’t do it anymore.

Couldn’t fightinstinctanymore.

Gathering her into my arms, I carried her into the living room. Wrenching my mouth from hers, I kicked away the coffee table, dumped her unceremoniously on the couch, then blanketed her with my body.

The TV kept hissing, the cat stopped meowing, and the breeze that shouldn’t exist rippled over my arms.

I fell on her and kissed her with years of pent-up longing, decades of agonising desire, and lifetimes of denial.

And she kissed me back.

Lick for lick, bite for bite.

Our teeth clacked. Our noses bumped. I’d never kissed someone this deeply or madly before.

And I didn’t want to stop.

I want more.

Keeping one hand on her waist pinning her to the couch, I used my other to stroke down her body. She arched and quivered as my fingers drew a path of fire between us.

I had no capacity to ask for permission.

I’d gone past the point of sanity.

My fingers found her flat stomach; they burrowed down the front of her tantalising short shorts. My eyes flared wide as I found hot wetness instead of underwear. Angling my wrist, I plunged my tongue into her mouth just as I plunged a finger into her pussy.

She went bowstring tight beneath me. Quivering, gasping.

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