For the first ti in his life, Micah didn’t know what to do with the amount of love being poured into him. So he kissed his mate hard, pouring everything in his heart into that one mont.
Adele kissed him back with equal ferocity, her fingers digging into his hair, their breaths mingling as if they were trying to breathe each other in.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was raw with emotion.
"I love you, Adele. With all my heart. I promise to be the best mate you’ll ever have, and curse be the day I ever look at another woman with lust, much less take one to bed."
Adele warned him imdiately, "Let’s not make such dangerous promises. The goddess do honor them."
But Micah was stubborn.
"I an it," he insisted, saying in an unwavering tone. "It’s and you forever, Adele. No one else."
Adele held his gaze, butterflies stirring in her belly, her eyes warming. "That’s it," she murmured, "You’re mine forever. I love you too, Micah."
A huge boyish smile split across Micah’s face, completely disarming. He leaned in and kissed her again, this ti slow and sweet, both of them smiling against each other’s lips.
Then Adele whispered against his mouth, "What percentage are you at now?"
Imdiately a wicked glint in Micah’s eyes.
"Ninety-nine percent. Not entirely full."
Adele dragged her nails down his back and purred, "Then we need to get you full, don’t we?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her hips against him teasingly.
"Make love to , Micah."
Micah didn’t need another word. He lined himself up and pushed into her slowly. Adele threw her head back with a soft cry, her body sighing in pure satisfaction as she welcod him back inside her heat.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, settling deeper. This ti, unlike the feral hunger in the bathroom, Micah moved with a gentleness that lted her. His hands traced her curves, worshiping her body while he thrust into her in slow, deep strokes.
Adele moaned without restraint, the sounds vibrating against his lips whenever he kissed her. Then Micah rolled his hips in a circular motion, hitting a spot that made her whimper, turning liquid beneath him.
"You like that?" Micah rasped.
"Yes..." Adele moaned. "Just, don’t stop. Please."
He obeyed instantly, thrusting exactly the way she needed it. Adele pushed her feet against his hips, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as pleasure gathered hot and tight inside her.
"Faster," she breathed. "Micah—please—faster."
Micah’s breath hitched. He adjusted his grip on her thighs and drove into her harder, deeper, and faster. Adele cried out, clinging to him as the bed shook beneath them.
Her voice was breathless and desperate now. "Co on, Micah... give more. Wreck . Destroy ."
An animalistic growl left his throat. He snapped his hips in a brutal rhythm, pounding her into the mattress. Adele’s moans broke into high, helpless sounds, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as pleasure dragged her under.
She was so close she could barely breathe.
"M-Micah... " she whimpered. "I’m coming... I’m—"
Micah didn’t stop. If anything, he thrust harder, as if determined to drag every ounce of pleasure out of her body.
Just like that, Adele fell over the edge.
She scread as the orgasm ripped through her, her whole body seizing around him. Micah groaned—her clenching around him was too much—and with a final powerful thrust, he ca too. His body seized, shaking violently as he emptied himself inside her until there was nothing left to give.
When it was over, he collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, and sweat dripping from his temples. After a mont, he pulled her into his arms, gathering her close.
Adele nestled into him, and Micah rested his forehead against hers, brushing the hair off her face with gentle fingers.
And just like that, sleep pulled them under.
Micah woke in the middle of the night, a smile on his lips when he saw Adele sleeping soundly beside him. She was wrapped around him like an octopus. His little possessive mate.
He then had to slowly untangle himself from her, careful not to wake her. Micah
pressed a kiss to her cheek and slipped quietly from the bed. His body still thrumd from their earlier lovemaking, and he humd under his breath as he relieved himself in the bathroom.
He had just finished when Adele’s scream rented the air.
"Micah!"
The bond suddenly ca alive with raw, icy panic that punched him in the chest.
Micah didn’t even think. He ran.
He burst into the bedroom, breath shattering, only to freeze at the sight before him.
A man, if he could be called that, stood behind Adele, one arm locked around her throat, and the other hand lazily tracing her cheek as if she were so toy he’d just snatched.
It was a face Micah knew very well.
"Hello, brother," Rivere purred.
Micah’s stomach dropped, rage boiling over.
"Let her go," Micah snarled, his voice edged with violence.
But his brother only smirked, dragging his fingertip down Adele’s face, slow and deliberate.
"Nice one you’ve got here," he murmured, savoring her fear—savoring Micah’s.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" Micah lunged.
But the floor beneath Adele and the man ca alive with glowing sigils and then the ground swallowed them whole.
"MI—CAH!"
Adele’s scream echoed as she disappeared.
Micah hit the floor too late, landing on bare wood where she had stood a heartbeat ago.
The symbol was gone as if it had never been there in the first place.
Micah lifted his head, his eyes now a pitch, bottomless void, while his teeth lengthened as his incubus form pushed against his skin.
Then Micah vanished.
Hell would not be enough of a punishnt for the fucking son of a biscuit who touched his mate. Rivere would wish he never crawled out of the shadows of their bloodline.
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