Micah finally released her legs, and the mont Adele’s feet touched the ground, she nearly collapsed. Whether it was the intensity of the pleasure or the simple loss of sensation, her knees refused to hold her. But her mate caught her instantly, pulling her up against him.
The shower rained over them, washing away every trace of her release as they stared at each other. Adele’s hands road across Micah’s chest, tracing the lines of his muscle. Mine. That was all she could think as her palms slid over his wet skin.
"Ready to take , baby?" Micah asked with a husky voice.
Adele nodded. She wanted him already. Her body was ripe for him.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Yes..." Her voice ca out breathless. "Yes, I want you, Micah."
His smile was pure wickedness. His eyes were already fully black, demonic and beautiful, and instead of frightening her, it pulled her deeper into the anticipation building inside her.
Adele gasped when Micah suddenly pushed her against the cold tiles. The temperature difference shocked her skin, her nipples tightening instantly as the chill coursed through her. Micah grabbed her ass and squeezed, relishing the softness beneath his fingers.
Then he pressed the thick head of his cock against her slick folds. But instead of entering her, he slowly dragged himself up and down her wetness, teasing her. Adele moaned, pushing her hips back, desperate for him, every part of her aching.
"Micah..." she whispered. "Please."
Then he pushed in slowly, making her feel every inch of the stretch. Adele let out a strangled moan, her head falling back as her walls hugged around him. It hurt, it burned, but it felt impossibly good, like her body had been waiting for this exact mont.
Then, with one final roll of his hips, he seated himself fully inside her.
Adele groaned, both hands scrambling against the wall tiles as she adjusted to the fullness. Yes, she was overwhelmingly full.
Micah didn’t move. He just held her there, savoring the way her hot pussy enveloped him like a glove.
It was Adele who pushed her hips back against him in tiny, pleading motions.
"Co on Micah... take ... "she whispered, almost frantic. If he didn’t move soon, she was convinced she would die from sheer need alone.
Micah exhaled, the sound rough and ragged, as Adele pushed her hips toward him again.
"Impatient," he murmured with dark amusent. "My little mate is impatient."
Micah pulled back just a breath only to slide in again slowly, making her feel the ridge, and every maddening inch of him.
Adele whimpered, her thighs trembling.
"M-my God Micah... "
He kissed the corner of her mouth, a low, wicked chuckle vibrating against her lips.
"Being your god doesn’t sound so bad," he murmured, moving his hips deep inside her. "I don’t mind being your obsession, Adele."
He withdrew again until only the tip remained inside her, then pushed in just as lazily, his lips brushing her ear as her breath hitched. Her nails clawed at the tiled wall, desperate for sothing to hold on to.
"M-more," she gasped, her voice cracking. "Micah—more. Please."
Her desperation cracked his control down in the middle.
Micah grabbed her hips and slamd into Adele so hard she scread, the sound echoing through the bathroom. Pleasure raced down her spine. At this point, he might as well break her in two, her body welcoming every ruthless inch of him.
He didn’t stop.
Micah drove into her again, and again, going harder and deeper, the impact rocking her against the wall. Her palms slapped uselessly against the wet tiles for balance as he pounded her, each thrust knocking the breath from her lungs and pushing a fresh, wild moan out of her throat.
"That’s it," he growled behind her, his voice almost inhuman. "Take it, my love."
He punished her greedy self with every brutal stroke, rattling her all the way down to the bone. Her legs buckled, and Micah caught her waist in one firm grip, holding her up as he drove into her over and again. He was perfect in the most devastating way.
Adele was completely gone.
Her mind emptied, stripped down to pure sensation, drowning in the wet slap of their bodies, Micah’s feral growls, and her own shattered moans echoing around them.
"Micah—Micah!" she cried, breath splintering. "I—I can’t—"
"Yes, you can," he gritted out. Then Micah pistoned harder, his hips snapping against her with wild, hungry force. "You will."
As if that wasn’t enough, he hooked one hand beneath her thigh and lifted, opening her at a wicked angle that made Adele choke on a moan.
Dear lord—that spot.
He hit that spot so hard that Adele’s cry pitched into a sob, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. The angle robbed her of breath, of thought, of sanity—Micah was hitting sothing inside her she didn’t even know existed, hamring into it over and over until she could barely rember her own na.
"Micah—!" The sound tore out of her, helpless and raw.
He snarled, slamming into her from behind, his rhythm completely animal —unrestrained, savage, and claiming.
Water hamred their skin and their breath fogged the air. Adele clawed the wall, her back arching violently as the pressure built fast, and strongly.
"You’re so beautiful," Micah panted, still driving into her, "All mine..."
"Yes, she was his....." Adele would say if she could breathe. Instead her words were broken, and high pitched, "Micah—I’m—I’m—"
She couldn’t finish. Not that he needed her to.
Micah dragged her back against him, his chest hot against her soaked back, and thrust into her so ferociously she saw white.
"That’s it," he groaned into her neck, biting down just enough to make her scream. "Let go for , now."
And Adele detonated.
Her body instinctively bowed, her scream muffled by the steam-filled air, her orgasm ripping through her so violently she nearly collapsed, but Micah held her up, driving through her release, devouring every second of it.
He kept thrusting, desperate now, chasing his own breaking point. His breath was wild against her skin, his grip bruising enough to leave marks while his voice was almost unrecognizable.
"Adele—" He rumbled in his chest, "Adele—!"
As if to push him over the edge, Adele intentionally clenched around him and Micah groaned. His body jerked, muscles locking as pleasure ripped through him.
He emptied himself completely, spurting again and again, until there was nothing left to give.
For a long mont, they clung to each other shaking and panting, the water raining over them.
Then Micah muttered, "Sixty percent."
"WHAT?!! "
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