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When he was facing the wall, I roughly grabbed his hips, yanking him back to where I wanted him. My hand pushed on the top of his back until he got the hint and braced himself against the slippery tiles.

I eyed him for a second, my tongue darting out over my lips as I took in how he was positioned for me. “Magnificent. Magnificent and mine.”

“Yours,” Micah panted, his lust rising at the mere thought of what was to come. “Always.”

I sank to my knees, using both hands to part his cheeks. I groaned at the tightly furled skin begging for me to play with it. The first time I’d seen it, I’d been pissed off at how pretty it was. It had been a reminder of how out of my league Micah was.

Now the sight made my chest puff out. Every inch of Micah was perfect, and I was honoured to worship him.

Holding him open, I buried my face between his cheeks. Both mine and Micah’s groans echoed off the tiles as I sucked and licked at his hole. When it softened enough to let me, I pointed my tongue and used it to fuck him as deeply as I could.

Micah’s body was trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy passed through him. It was feeding into my own desire, my cock leaking all over the floor of the shower.

I stayed on my knees until my little angel started to beg.

“Please,Nox. Fuck me. I need you. Need to feel you filling me up. Fuck me, baby.Please.”

The filthy litany coming from his holy mouth had my balls drawing up. I tugged at them harshly to keep my orgasm at bay.

I’d told Micah back in the cell that the next time I came, it’d be either inside his hole or his mouth. When we’d stepped into the shower, I’d figured I’d get him off this way before maybe seeing if he fancied letting me fuck that pretty mouth of his.

But that wasn’t going to be enough. I needed to be in him. To be as connected to him as physically possible.

I got to my feet, pressing a line of kisses up his spine as I did so. “Lube?”

Micah’s hand smacked out impatiently, knocking both the shampoo and conditioner flying before his fingers closed around it. “Here, hurry.”

Any other time, I might’ve chuckled at his impatience. But not now. Not when I felt his deep, clawing need for me.

Slicking up my cock and fingers, I worked him quickly up to two fingers.

“That’s enough.” Micah’s voice was guttural. “No more. I want to be able to feel you.”

If he were human, I’d have insisted that two fingers was very muchnotenough, but thankfully Micah wasn’t. Besides, I trusted him. If he said he was ready, he was ready.

Sinking inside him this time felt different. We’d had sex with the mating bond before, but that had been with the threat of imminent death hanging over us. There’d been no time for slow. No time for gentle.

Now though, there was nothing except for us.

We both groaned in unison as I bottomed out, his hole practically strangling my cock. I leaned my chin on hisshoulder, taking his earlobe between my teeth. I tugged on it until Micah cried out, his body jerking in response.

“You’re so tight,” I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth. “I don’t know how I’m going to go any faster and last.”

“Then don’t,” Micah said. “Fuck me like you love me.”

That I could do. I slowly pumped my hips, drawing out almost to the tip before easing myself back in. My arms were locked around Micah, exploring his chest, his torso, his cock. I pressed open-mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulders, not satisfied unless I had my mouth on him.

Micah seemed to appreciate my efforts. One of his strong arms encircled my neck, keeping me in place. His hips undulated in time with mine, pushing back as he sought to take me deeper.

I had no idea how long we fucked like that, our slick bodies pressed together as we silently worshipped each other. The high we sought was in reach, but neither of us was rushing to grab it. Instead we let the pace build gradually. A gentle increase until our moans were loud enough for the whole house to hear.

Soon though, the pleasure was too close to avoid any longer. Our skin was slapping together as I drove into him harder, my eyes rolling back in my head as I desperately tried to hold back my orgasm.

Fortunately, Micah was right there with me.

“Touch me, Nox. Make me come.”

He didn’t need to ask me twice. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, jerking him in time with my thrusts. Shifting on my feet, I repositioned myself to make sure I was hitting his prostate.

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