Page 59 of One Rule

I make it to just about an inch from the base before I find myself yanked off and airborne, almost slammed on my back with an almost angry Micah hovering above me.

He’s breathing hard. Lip curled over his teeth in a snarl while I couldn’t stop myself from fluttering my lashes at him.

I’ve never seen him like this before and I like it. How he watches me from beneath hooded eyes—the heat in those blue orbs.

“I need you to know something, Liliana. I’m not taking this as a one of or a moment of weakness.” His mouth lowers to mine, almost touching. “You’ve been my world since the moment I met you, rebel. Everything I am and will ever be is for you. Nothing comes or matters more than you.”

That fog of lust I’d been under calms for a moment and my eyes tear up. These are things I’ve always yearned for him to say, but to actually have him…

“For me, it’s always been you.” That’s all I can muster up, a little choked up by the softening of his expression. How finally presses his soft lips against mine in the softest and sweetest of kisses.

That rush I felt a few minutes ago is still there, but it’s more now.

Since waking up I’ve been remembering his promises last night, hoping for this, but I didn’t want to think—

“Everything I said last night is my truth, sweetheart. I want to fuck you into submission and then spoil you like the perfect princess you’ve always been to me. You’re my world, Liliana, and I intend to spend the rest of my life showing you this.” His tongue traces my lips and then slips inside to taste me. A groan leaves him, the sound settling on my swollen clit and my hips buck causing him to chuckle. “Woke up needy, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? Tell me sweet thing.” This time his kiss is hungrier than the last and it holds that same dark edge of possessiveness, I felt from him last night.

It leaves me breathless, yet craving more.

“I want you to kiss me just like that, while buried deep inside of me. I want you to own me like you did last night.”

Micah bites his bottom lip, eyes appraising my face. “Are you sure?”

“I am. Always been yours, Micah.”

“And I will always love you.” His voice is thick with arousal, his body tending with need. “I’m going to need your permission here, Liliana. I won’t claim your pussy until our wedding next month, but I do need your approval for me to fuck your ass instead.”

His words send a shockwave of unbridled desire through. One, because he wants to marry me. Two, because I’d never seen myself wanting to give myself so completely to a man.

I never thought I’d ever be pinned beneath Micah while he asked for my permission to take what I so willingly give.

It’s sexy how he patiently waits for my answer. How he tries to persuade me by rubbing the head of his cock through my lips and up to my clit, each bump to the bundle of nerves sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Like a kiss. A quick peck.

And on the third run across my clenching hole then folds, I throw my head back and moan.

“Is that a yes, rebel? Use your words.”

“Dammit, yes. Please,” I writhe against him, chasing an orgasm he denies me a second later. Not that I’m given time to complain; Micah flips my position and I find myself face down and knees spread apart in my next blink. “Oh, fuck.”

“I plan to.”

“Soon?”

“Patience, mami.” The Spanish nickname rolls off his tongue and across my every processor. It floods my system with dopamine, manifesting physically in the wetness coating the top of each thigh.

I want to close them. Rub them together, but his large hand cups me in a harsh grip stopping any attempt. As does the way he pulls me back with those firm fingers and I follow, rising onto all fours with my ass high in the air.

“Beautiful.” A low groan he emits while his hard cock rests against the cleft of my ass. He bucks a few times, just feels me, but then he’s reaching a hand out toward his side drawer. In all the years he’s lived here, I’ve never explored his penthouse, choosing to stay within what I consider safe spaces. His living room. Kitchen. The layout appears to be identical to mine, darker in furniture where I’ve always appreciated lighter colors and décor, but then my curiosity is forgotten when I hear the pop of a lid, and a second later, there’s a cool trickle of something slippery gliding down my clenching holes.

The sensation is new, and I won’t deny that I like it. Enjoyed it when he rubbed himself against me there last night, dragging the head of his cock from pussy to ass and back again, but never more than that.

Yet the sensations as he did so were euphoric. Sharp little bites of pleasure that didn’t last long enough, they teased my senses and forced me to arch my body in his hold—want more—but the sting of penetration always evaded me.

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