Page 49 of Deadly Blooms (Psychic Unraveled #1)

“Every damn time I enter a room, and you are in it, the first thing I hear is your throbbing pussy….” His eyes darted to my lips then back to my eyes.

“I bet if I just grazed your skin…” he ran his hand down my torso, slipping just under my shirt, stopping at the waist where he held it still, the pressure warm and firm.

His skin against mine. “…you’d be so wet that with the mere whisper of my touch on your clit would have you unraveled in the palm of my hand. ”

He hovered over me, and I watched as the darkness threatened at the edges of his eyes.

“Max, I need you.”

I swallowed. My thighs clenching instinctively, and I hated how obvious it was.

“I need to feel you. I need to know what it is I’ve been fighting off.”

“You’re not the only one who’s been fighting,” I exhaled, my breaths releasing in quick, jagged bursts.

Was this a dream? My deepest, filthiest thoughts slipped from his lips like they belonged to both of us.

God, this was what I’d been waiting for, wasn’t it?

Every glance?

Every near-touch.

Every time I told myself I wasn’t ready—while secretly hoping he’d just pounce and take what he wanted.

“Yes…” he purred, that wicked smile creeping across his lips. “—you will come again, and again. Until I’m finished with you.”

His eyes dropped to the floor next to him.

“Sit. Right here. Face me. Take off your pants and panties—I’m going to watch you.”

My eyes snapped wide. “I beg your pardon ?”

My brain and ears must have short-circuited. Because, I swore I’d just heard this man tell me to touch myself—right in front of him. But the rational side of me was desperate to call it a hallucination.

But damn it, I felt it too.

The ache.

That low, constant pull in my gut.

The breath-stealing pressure in my chest every time he looked at me.

And yes— fucking yes —my pussy was a freaking flood zone the second our eyes met.

Because, goddamn it, he looked at me like I was the last meal on earth.

It wasn’t like this was a new development—granted, I’d only been in Port Grey for a little over a week.

But even though we flirted way too hard for the short time we’d known each other, we’d never actually discussed a proper date—let alone a quick round of mutual masturbation.

Not that I wouldn’t be up for it, but I thought maybe we’d do this the traditional way.

I thought maybe we’d fall into play after a few rounds of normal sex.

Either this was somehow an effect of the spell, or a giant trick. Katie and Sol did say he was quite the player. Never committing to a relationship. Only there for a good time, then he’d be gone.

“God, Max… it’s me… shut your pretty little mind off.” He growled, lifting himself up to straddle my thighs while he unbuckled his belt.

“How did you—” I propped myself up on my elbows.

He locked his index finger under my chin and lifted my face to meet his. “Look at me.”

I obeyed.

“Do you want this?” His words came out slow and deliberate.

I nodded fast, before I could even think it through.

I should have been afraid.

But I wasn’t.

I was fucking thrilled.

“Yes.” I said, my body pulsed beneath him.

His hips jerked—just a twitch, barely contained. He was shaking.

Or maybe I was.

I could’ve pushed him off.

I could’ve said no.

I should’ve.

But I didn’t.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, pupils dilating like a tiger that’d found its prey.

Then he lowered his head to mine and leaned me back down, his nose brushing my cheek, his breath hot on my jaw.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered in my ear. “Say it now… or I swear… I will fucking wreck you.”

I turned my head so our eyes locked, my lips gently grazing his.

“Then quit teasing and wreck me.” I said through clenched teeth.

He lifted himself to his knees again and unzipped his zipper, pulling out his fat, throbbing cock.

My eyes dropped to it.

I couldn’t help but smirk. Where was he hiding that ?

I hesitated, knowing his girth put some of my toys to shame. Not in like an extreme abnormal kind of way, but in a his dick looked so good, porn stars would’ve been jealous. When God said, ‘make him thick ’, he meant all of him.

“I’ll go slow.” He rasped, resting his hand at the base of his shaft.

“Yes… It’s just?—“

It felt odd. Not his dick. I mean, I wanted this.

Oh, how I wanted this . It was just that every time I’d envisioned us together…

I pictured a nice date… maybe a stroll on the beach, where we’d then find a secluded spot—maybe half in the water—me bracing myself against some giant rocks, my ass cradled against him, the moonlight illuminating my breasts as I screamed out his name. Soft waves crashing nearby.

Not in my haunted attic… and certainly not with my uncle’s spirit lurking overhead.

“Graham—“

He pressed a finger to my lips. “Tell yourself whatever you need to, but if we’re fucking tonight, this is how it’s happening. We can go to the beach later.”

“What the fuck?! Oh my GOD! Did you just—?” I paused, but he took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

“Shh—“

Suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything, only that I’d been wanting to fuck him for way too long, and now that I had the chance—I questioned it.

I fucking questioned it.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Uncle Silas said he could hear Graham’s thoughts about me, and that Graham wanted me too. We had all those heated moments, the flirting at the range… the grinding at the club…

BUT HE’S READING YOUR GODDAMN MIND!

Come on Maggie! You’ve fucked other men without much more than a wink in your general direction, what’s the problem here?

Besides, Graham had gone through so much, maybe he just needed a little?—

He narrowed his eyes at me and let out a perturbed growl. “Like I said, tell yourself whatever you want, cupcake, but could you at least figure it out while I’m buried inside you?”

I blinked, my mind and body fighting with one another. Why was it so fucking hot the way he growled his expectations to me? Red flags for sure, but I quickly shoved them aside, along with all my better judgement and self-control.

Fuck it. I tightened my grip on him and slid my hand up and down, watching as his face filled with ecstasy. His eyes rolled back as he drank in every slow, smooth stroke.

“You know.. I wouldn’t really consider this punishment for getting you possessed.” I said with a brow raised.

His lips parted and a deep groan escaped him. He set his hand over mine and guided it to his crown where we stayed for a moment. “We’re just getting started, Max.” I felt his cock throb. “Harder…”

I obeyed, and his breathing slowed.

I ran my fingers over his crown, teasing him, wetness forming between my lips, becoming like a river. My need for him intensified with every stroke.

I wanted to take his cock into my mouth and use my tongue in ways that made him squirm. Something about giving a man so much pleasure, that he couldn’t contain himself, turned me on.

I continued stroking and the frightening darkness in his eyes softened, returning to the steel blue I could stare at all day.

“Max, that feels amazing. But—” he removed my hand, replacing it with his own. “—do as I asked.”

“What was that again?” I playfully crossed my arms and stroked my chin pondering.

Like I’d forget that request.

“I said,” he growled, “you’re going to play until I can’t fucking resist.”

His eyes were dark, but this time, it was the darkness of his desires.

“Take your pants off.”

I did, as well as my thong and held myself up with one arm, leaning back and spreading my legs to give him a good view. I let my fingers explore, spreading my lips, teasing my clit, tempting my entrance.

It felt so good.

I hadn’t had a chance to play— really play— since the move, and I’d been missing this form of release. The shower did not count. That was damage control, I needed those pain-relieving endorphins for my hangover. I didn’t get a chance to linger in and embrace the pleasure.

God, I needed this.

I let out a tiny gasp as I gave into the heat consuming me.

A smirk traveled across his face as his eyes raked over my body while he stroked himself. I didn’t know which was hotter— the fact that he was so into watching me explore, or that he was getting off on it.

His eyebrows arched, and his eyes— now feral —became glued to my breasts. My nipples hardened, pulling the fabric tight around them.

“I’ve thought about this since the day I saw your toys.” He said, a hunger lingering just beneath the surface.

“R-really?” The corner of my mouth curled into a small smile.

“Yes. I want to see you use each one.” He tilted his head back so the light from the candles flickered over his perfect stubble-covered jaw.

“Better yet… I want to be the one exploring every inch of you with them, learning what makes you crumble until you can’t breathe…

I want the last moan to pass through those pretty little lips to be my name. ”

Was that a threat? Early proposal? Shouldn’t we have a first date before we talk about our endings?

I dipped my finger inside myself. “That might take awhile. I have quite a collection,” I said, breathless.

“I’ve got nothing but time, Max.” He reached forward and hooked a finger into the neckline of my halter top. “Can I see them?” He spoke through his teeth, barely in control.

I nodded and lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts to him.

The hunger in his eyes only fed my own desires. I could watch this man fuck nothing for days.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

I swallowed, watching his face change as he pleasured himself.

His cream Henley pulled up just above his belly button, revealing the dark hair trailing down his abs, the bandage covering his stab wound, and the deep V leading to his dick.

Where his strong hand gripped his fat shaft.

The precum at the tip glistened in the candlelight.

Every stroke he made drove me mad, I wanted to be that hand, I wanted my pussy gripping tight around that cock.

Oh, God, I needed to come.