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“So dramatic.” Micah leaned into the giant shower to turn it on. Water sprayed from several nozzles and steam began to fill the space almost immediately.

I crowded behind him. “You like me dramatic.”

Micah’s head fell back on my shoulder. “I like you in all the ways.”

“That’s good, because I fully intend on fucking with you as often as possible.” Stroking down his chest, I stopped an inch above his waistband. “And fucking you, of course.”

“Good.” Micah turned so we were chest to chest. “Youknow, I think we should burn these clothes. They’re filthy from being on the cell floor for so long.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Summoning my power, I sent flames dancing over our bodies. They didn’t touch our skin, merely turning the material into a pile of ash before disappearing into thin air. I stepped back so I could admire Micah in his full glory. Our coupling in the jungle had been too rushed for me to fully appreciate him.

He might have been an angel, but everything about him seemed designed to tempt me. “You’re glorious.”

Without his shirt on, I could see that Micah’s flush started on his chest. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Get in the shower,” I growled. “I can’t go another second without my mouth on you.”

Micah’s reminder about the time we’d spent lying on the ground had me glad he’d brought us here first. We could get clean while I thoroughly dirtied him up.

It was the best of both worlds.

My mate got under the spray, his shoulders visibly relaxing as the hot water sluiced over him. Droplets trickled down his back, highlighting his scars.

The scars Emilio had given him.

I exhaled slowly, replaying the memory of Emilio’s death and the torture I’d subjected him to first. He’d been begging me to execute him hours before I’d finally shown him mercy and ended it.

Micah is safe,I reminded myself, joining him under the spray.He won’t ever be hurt that way again.

We’d come close to it today, but things had turned around. By some miracle, we’d walked away. Together.

Grabbing the shower gel from the caddy, I squirtedsome onto my hands. I didn’t want any barriers between us right now.

Micah was quiet while I washed him from top to toe. I didn’t rush through it, slowly lathering the soap over every solid inch of him. When I got to his back, I washed each scar individually, reminding myself that they were just memories. That Micah was mine to protect and treasure now.

I’d thought my purpose was to die protecting him. Instead, it was this. To love him. Support him. Remind him every day that it didn’t matter what happened with everyone else, he’d always have me. I was his constant in an unpredictable chaotic world. Through the bond, Micah’s lust was mixed with contentment. Like me, he was just basking in this moment.

Once he was clean, Micah washed me in the same way. Our touches weren’t sexual or exploratory. It was more of a reminder that we were here.

We were together.

We’dsurvived.

When we were both clean, Micah kissed me. It started slow and gentle, mirroring the reassuring touches we’d exchanged.

Then his half-hard cock brushed against mine, and everything shifted.

Micah’s hands went into my hair, tugging sharply as I backed him up against the shower wall. All the desperation and hopelessness of the past few days poured out via our kisses.

“I need to taste you,” I said, pulling away from Micah with a gasp. “Turn around.”

Micah reached down and wrapped his longfingers around my shaft. “Hang on, you haven’t come since the jungle.”

I batted his hand away, practically snarling. “Like I give a shit about that. Turn around, Micah. I wanna taste what’s mine.”

He whimpered as the last of his layers fell away. This was what he needed with me—to not be in charge. To be able to fully relax, knowing I’d take care of him.

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