Page 38 of Marking Micah

When he brushed his thumbs over her already hard nipples, she gasped.

“Lord, girl, you are gonna be the death of me,” he growled against her lips.

He arched up against her, grinding his hard cock against her mound through his sweats and her panties, and she went warm and loose all over.

“Please, Arrow,” she murmured. “I need you.”

“Darlin’, I need you, too. So damn badly.”

He kissed her again, his mouth hard and wild, his tongue delving in, then sweeping her lips before nipping at them while his hands squeezed her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hurt. Then he pinched them both and she archedher back, dragging her mouth from his to throw her head back, almost coming from the sharp sensation.

“Ah, god!”

His hand curled around her neck, then slid around to her throat, where he held her gently. It didn’t hurt, and he wasn’t choking her, but she felt so utterly commanded by him it made her head swim. Made her body hot, desire like molten lava surging through her.

He kept his dark gaze on her as he squeezed a tiny bit harder, as he arched his hips and ground up against her.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I need to fuck you, Micah. Right this minute, unless you tell me no. I’m trying to hang onto the last shred of control I have and give you the option. Please know you can withdraw consent at any time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, Arrow. But if you don’t fuck me right now I might actually die. I swear it’s true.”

He let out a small chuckle before flipping her over onto her back on the bed. He somehow shimmied out of his sweats and t-shirt, leaving him in his black boxers. Her mouth watered as he pulled them off and she saw his cock for the first time—and it did not disappoint. It was thick and rock-hard and beautiful, making her pussy clench in anticipation as he knelt over her. She needed to touch him, to touch his gorgeous cock. To take the steel bar piercing his nipple into her mouth and suck. To give herself to him in every way possible. She needed… everything.

He stared down at her as he tore a condom packet with his teeth and sheathed his cock, then pulled her nightgown over her head.

“Fuck. Every bit as beautiful as I knew you’d be” he said, awe in his voice.

He bent over her and kissed right between her breasts, using his hands to push the soft mounds of flesh together, then flicking his tongue at one nipple.

“Oh…”

It felt like his tongue was between her thighs, and her clit hardened with exquisite need. He moved to the other nipple, doing the same, eliciting the same response. Then he moved down her stomach, kissing, licking, and biting, sucking on her skin hard enough to mark her, and she loved it—loved the sensation, loved knowing he was marking her again. She was squirming under him, reveling in every moment, but still wanting more.

When he reached her black panties, he paused, then swept them down over her legs, leaving her naked. He sat up on his knees once more, his gaze roving her body, his eyes dark and glittering with lust as he ran his hands over her stomach, her thighs. Then he raised her left ankle to his face and kissed her scars.

“Never think for a moment that I don’t find you utterly beautiful. I’m going to fuck you and touch you, bite you and kiss you, pinch you and lick you until you believe me when I say it.”

She had one moment of nerves when he first touched her ankle, but his words and the look of pure desire on his face chased it away. How could she not believe him? If his words didn’t convince her, his beautifully hard cock was impossible to deny.

He spread her legs wide, and settling between them, he stroked her folds with his fingers. He was gentle only for a moment before he went to work on her pussy, shoving two fingers deep inside her.

“Oh!”

Pleasure shimmered over her skin, made her pussy clench around his fingers.

“Lord, you’re wet as fuck,” he said, his voice heavy with desire. “And you feel so damn good inside.”

When he curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, she ground down against his hand. But as soon as she did, he slipped his fingers out and started to massage her clit.

She lost her breath instantly, her body shivering with sensation, needing to come in moments.

“Ah, god, Arrow! I need to come…”

“Yes. Come for me, Micah,” he said, command in his tone. “Forme.”

He rubbed her clit in tight circles and reached up to pinch one of her nipples with hard, punishing fingers. She screamed as she came, sensation white-hot, shooting through her so fast she couldn’t keep up.

“Again,” he commanded, shoving a few fingers inside her as he continued to tease her clit.

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