CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
LAMON’S POV
The lust in his eyes had been more pellucid than a crystal, breaking whatever inhibitions I might have had. On his word, I had the move, taking his lips and maybe there was a small part of me in the back of my mind that hoped he’d push me away; that he would scream at me for how wrong this was. Instead, he’d let me kiss him, all the impending guilt swallowed in the fire that burned when our tongues touched in that swirling epitome of sweetness. There was something inherently magical about this kiss- demanding, yet soft; an urge that had blood pumping its way down the veins of my throbbing d**k. This was the most alive I’d felt for the first time in my life and when we pulled back, for the sake of breathing, chests heaving, there was a certain panic in his e
