Page 96 of Psycho

My nails raked down his forearms as I felt another orgasm looming. I felt myself drifting higher and higher as the wave of euphoric pleasure settled over my entire body until…

I exploded.

I closed my eyes and let out a loud scream as I came.

“Fuck!”

Vaguely, I felt Micah place a small, gentle kiss along my temple, so gentle, I wasn't sure if I imagined it or not…

I had to be.

Micah was not the kissing kind of man.

My body seemed to convulse under the entire weight of the release, and I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I was afraid to open my eyes and face my reality after losing it so epically.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of me.

I shuddered at the loss of him as more arousal gushed out of me.

He must have been looking because I felt him groan, the vibration of the sound hitting my back, and he moved his fingers back over my pussy, slowly playing with it.

I let out a small whimper in protest.

“Shh,” he said softly, cupping me and holding it there, his warmth affecting me more than any other touch I had ever received from another human being.

When I finally came back down from my release, Micah’s silver eyes were on me.

We said nothing for a moment, and I was still trying to catch my bearings.

Then, I let out a small breath I didn’t even know I was holding, breaking the spell.

Without saying another word, I pushed off him.

Surprisingly, he let me go, and I moved to the bathroom, and closed the door behind me, still reeling over the fact that I had let him do all that to me… with me.

That I could still feel the after-effects of the three orgasms, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, there was something… off about me.

Not good or bad, just…

Off.

I frowned, taking in my flushed face, messy hair, and swollen lips.

I brought my hand up to touch my hot cheeks.

What just happened?

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MICAH

I watchedher escape to the bathroom, my heart beating at an unsteady rhythm.

I’d killed men with my fucking bare hands before and still not felt a fucking flutter in my heart, and somehow, I got this way over a slip of a girl?

My fists clenched and unclenched, my lips tingled from the innocent kisses I’d given her—and not-so-innocent ones in between.

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