Page 32 of Marking Micah

“And whose doing was that?” she sassed, feeling warm and safe in his arms, and happier than she had in a very long time.

“Oh, I’m damn well taking credit for making you squirt gallons all over the table.”

“Gallons? What? No I did not.”

“Micah? Did you not know you could squirt?”

“I… no, I had no idea. And no idea it could feel like…that. Like my whole body being rocked by an earthquake. It’s like coming, but not, and I think I was coming, too. It was… god, I don’t even know how to describe it. So intense. And I’m so exhausted.”

“But do you feel good?” he asked. “I’m specifically checking on your well-being, honey. Physical and mental.”

“Oh, yes. I feel amazing.”

“And what about these?” he asked, stroking a gentle finger over her inner thigh.

She looked down and saw his teeth marks on her skin, and it made her smile.

“Oh, yeah. I love your marks on me.”

“It didn’t all open you up too much?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay. Good.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Do you feel good?”

He gave her a tight squeeze. “You’re very sweet, but of course I’m good. Better than good. And you don’t need to take care of me. I’m here foryou.”

“I just… didn’t know if… well, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t nearly as intense as what I felt. But if it was even close, I know Tops can crash, too. And I just realized we never negotiated aftercare for you.”

He stroked her hair from her cheek. “Ah, well I’m good, darlin’. I promise. And you were spectacular.”

Her body surged with warmth—her body and her heart.

“Arrow?”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t… I mean… I know you’re a service Top, but is there anything you need?”

A part of her hoped he’d say yes, because having him inside her body was something she’d been dreaming of. But she was so thoroughly worn out, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to keep her eyes open.

“You are the sweetest. But tonight is all about you, sunshine. Everything you need.”

Her heart dropped a little. Did he not want her? Or was he simply being the responsible Dominant? Hyper responsible, as far as she was concerned.

But she was so sleepy she couldn’t quite figure anything out.

“Here, finish the rest of this bottle while I clean up our mess, then we’ll get back to our rooms,” he said, lifting her so he could stand up, and leaving her in the chair wrapped in a blanket.

“I can help?—”

“You are going to sit there and drink that water and do as you’re told.”

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