Supernatural Lies: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 1) by Lacey Andersen (self help books to read txt) 📕

He swore, the sound thick with need, and then his lips crushed hers.

His kiss was powerful, a force of nature, his lips strong and experienced. Her thoughts spun away, leaving behind desire and nothing else.

She wrapped one arm around his neck, drawing him closer while she continued to stroke his length. Her inner-muscles clenched as she grew hot with desire.

When their tongues began to battle, she stroked him fast. His hips bucked. He broke their kiss, his breathing coming in and out rapidly.

She knew he was on the edge. She was tempted to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth, to feel him explode within her lips.

An even more tempting vision came to her. If she slid her shorts off and wrapped her legs around him, she had no doubt this gargoyle would ease the aching that consumed her.

“Damn it!”

He pulled back from her, running a frustrated hand through his long hair. His eyes filled with need and regret.

She moved towards him but he stepped back.

“Why are you stopping?”

He closed his beautiful eyes. “I have never wanted a woman more. But you aren’t ready for this.”

Anger rose within her. “I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t. I won’t take advantage of you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe I want to be taken advantage of.”

His hot gaze raked her. “I’m sorry.”

When he turned to go, her entire body seemed to shake with frustration. Her gaze remained locked on his perfect ass. She wanted to sink her fingers into it as he exploded inside of her.

But he’s too much of a gentleman.

What she needed was someone to ease this fire within her. Someone who wouldn’t care about her current state of mind.

Tristan slipped into his room and closed the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

And then it hit her. She knew exactly what to do.

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Daniel sat at the edge of his bed. A lighter in his hands. It was silver and well-made. Mark kept it hidden in a box on the mantel, and thought Daniel didn't know about it. Daniel had always known.

It wouldn’t hurt to use it, just for a moment.

He just wanted to touch the flames and let the euphoria of the fire move through him. It was so damned tempting. How could he not?

Taking a deep breath, he told himself that he’d only light it for a second.

And then someone turned his door handle. Looking up, he saw Surcy slip into his room. She locked the door behind her and turned back to him.

Her long black hair flowed loosely about her shoulder in waves that made him ache to run his fingers through them. Her face looked flushed, her eyes wild. The pink tanktop and shorts she wore sent his blood rushing downward. Her nipples stood out beneath the thin material, just aching to be touched.

When she moved toward him, her long bare legs enticing, he sat mesmerized. She closed her hand around his lighter and took it from his hand. “That seems like trouble.”

He cleared his throat, not wanting her to see the effect she had on him. “My father always said that playing with fire is a good way to get burnt.”

Her gaze ran over him, and suddenly she was far too aware of the fact that he wore nothing but boxers. “But sometimes it’s worth it, right?”

His mouth went dry.

She dropped the lighter on the floor and reached out, running her smooth hands down his chest.

Every muscle in his body tensed. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Her hand continued downward until she clutched his hard length.

He shuddered. “Fuck.”

With careful movements, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Do I have to beg for it?”

When her teeth nipped his lower earlobe, he lost all control.

Grabbing her, he spun her down onto the bed. Their lips locked as his hands grabbed her hips and pressed her against his length. To his absolute approval, her legs wrapped around his back, drawing him closer. She ground against him.

He wanted to make this good for her, to make it last, but it’d been too long. Touching himself was nothing like being inside her, and he wanted her so damned bad.

When he broke their kiss and tore off her tanktop, she threw her neck back, surrendering herself to him. He caught her breasts, cradling them in his hands. Glorying in the feel of them.

They were large. And her nipples were perfect and hard.

Using his thumbs, he stroked them, drawing a gasp from her lips. He continued to torture her hard nubs, drinking in the sight of her arousal. She threw her head back and offered her throat to him.

When he leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples, she wrapped her hands in his hair and groaned. He flicked his tongue, licked, and sucked harder, loving how she ground against his length with each movement. When he moved to her other breast, he swore she was already on the edge.

But he wouldn’t take her so fast.

Pulling off her shorts and underwear, he tossed them on the ground. When he returned, he moved slowly down her body, kissing every inch of her belly, until he was kneeling on the ground before her spread legs.

God, she was beautiful. Vulnerable. Open before him.

Reaching out, he stroked her wet folds. He loved the way her muscles tightened.

When he found her clit, she cried out, begging for release. He would make this good for her, so good that she could never be without his bed again.

Using one finger, he slid inside her tightness before he leaned forward and licked her.

Her legs curled around his shoulders. He continued to lick her as his finger slid in and out, drawing her orgasm closer. When he added a second finger, she twisted on the bed above him, crying out his name in glorious desperation.

She’s ready.

Standing, he slid his boxers off. Her gaze went to his erection, and he was pleased by the hunger in her eyes. He gripped