Page 52 of Darling Psycho
A kiss that knocked all previous kisses off the map and left her decimated.
Arching her neck meant Lawless’ massive palm cupped around the front of her throat. He’d feel every nervous swallow, and crazily she wanted to give him her hidden reactions. Finally, she moaned, and he reached behind to grip the back of her hair, completely controlling the direction of her head now.
Thoughts fled.
Desire led the way.
And then something extraordinary happened.
It was a tightness in her midsection that moved lower until her pussy felt as though it was held in his hand instead of her throat.
The brush of Lawless’ clothes against the thin cotton of her shirt overloaded her senses like she was suddenly touch sensitive to all materials on his body, and she bucked against him.
It was happening.
Oh, god.
Lawless’ mouth plundered deeper, not giving Angela a second to process as an unguarded, unbidden climax came out of nowhere and flash-mobbed its way between her legs at the speed of light. Momentarily stunned that it had happened at all, Angela’s mouth opened with a surprised gasp of air. No other sound emitted from her lips because a man demon was controlling her lips.
Who came from kissing?
She’d thought it was an urban legend.
Lawless nipped at her fuller top lip, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, loving how he groaned and fisted harder into her hair.
God, he was rough but gentle, too.
The taste of him was incredible, addictive.
He was a drug rushing to her brain, overtaking her senses as their tongues danced in perfect sync, and when she caught a low, throaty grunt from Lawless, she nearly floated away.
She wanted more. More. More.
It wasn’t that long, but the kiss felt like it went on for hours. Her lips tingled when he drew away, slowly and reluctantly.
It became so quiet after that the swift inhale-exhale from her lips was as loud as a jumbo jet.
One taste of Lawless and her obsession with him, her utter addiction, became worse.
The smirk coating his fierce lips shouldn’t have warmed any part of her angry-filled body, least of all the place between her legs that ached from looking at him.
“What do you think now you’ve had a taste?”
His rusty words penetrated her foggy brain, but all she could do was blink up at him as he rubbed a thumb against her wet mouth.
Lawless spoke again. “Another woman, angel? That implies you want me to only smell of you. Is that right?”
Oh, god, he was putting a mirror up to her innermost secret thoughts, expecting her to answer while she was a wheezing mess from an unexpected orgasm.
Was it planned to kiss her when he walked through the door?
Had he wanted to kiss her all along?
This was the world she’d always sought to live in.
His dark, dark world.
And he’d just given her an unguarded glimpse of it, and now her heart was racing out of control.
