Page 113 of Severance

Mikah’s hands rest on my hips to draw me closer, his warm mouth lingering on my cheek. “No, you don’t. Because your weird only works really well with my weird.”

Our lips brush and then our breaths collide. The kiss is uncompromising, full of hunger and pain, and I love it that we don’t have to pretend.

Slick heat pools between my legs when his weight rests against me, pushing me gently across the room.

My ankles clash with the bedframe and we tumble onto the mattress, our mouths and tongues never breaking apart. Mikah settles between my legs and his calloused hands slip under the hem of my skirt. “You look beautiful in a dress, Cupcake Queen,” he murmurs, his deep rasp vibrating against my cheek as his fingers crawl up my thighs, teasing me. “Very fuckable.”

A nervous laugh leaves my mouth. Hearing him talk dirty does funny things to me. The warmth in my chest spreads below my stomach and I realize my panties are soaked.

“You love it, don’t you?” Mikah asks, sliding his hands back to cup my ass. “When I talk to you like this?” He’s grabby and a little rough, and his every touch is electrifying. “You’re all light and proper on the outside, but you have a twisted mind…like me.”

My head begins to spin. I nod, staring up at him.

He straightens up to get rid of his t-shirt. The artwork adorning his body is stunning, and now that I’m sober, I take my time to study all the designs scattered across his chest, stomach, and arms. My fingers tiptoe over the dreamcatcher tat covering his left side and slide down to an area of skin that feels different, tender. He must have gotten it recently. My gaze shifts to the design and I realize it’s a small hummingbird, the same one Dakota had.

Mikah rasps in my ear, “You loved the way I wrecked you, baby?”

Heat pulses between my thighs. He’s never called mebabybefore. It sounds almost too intimate. “I did,” I confess, moving my hands through his hair.

“Do you want more?” He drags his mouth down to my neck, his teeth grating my skin.

“Yes.”

“Say it, Alana.”

The way he says my name sends a flash of fever into my chest and stomach.

“I want more,” I whisper and palm his face to bring it to mine. “I want everything, whatever you have to offer.”

He stares at me with wild eyes. His fingers fiddle with the drenched fabric of my panties and cup my sex. “The dress stays on.” The corner of his mouth tilts up.

“Is this whatyou’vebeen fantasizing about?” I bite back a timid smile. My core is throbbing against his palm.

“There’s more.” He brushes our lips together. “My imagination has no limits.”

His body is molded to mine like a clay figure, filling in all my curves and shadowing all my movements. We kiss messily, our lips burning and tingling. Mikah slides to the side and peels off my panties, then gets rid of the rest of his clothes. I don’t care that there’s no foreplay or no items from Jess’s imaginary sex list to check off. I want it dirty and fast because it fits us.

Reaching up, I grasp Mikah’s shoulders and pull him down to me, needing to feel his warmth. Our bodies lined up and touching, his erection is pressed against my center as his hooded eyes rest on mine.

My hands slide to his ass to guide him, my heart tripping. Then he pushes in fast, hitting me deep, raw, and hard. His stubbled jaw brushes my cheek and his velvety moan fills the air.

I clench around his length and gasp for breath, letting a wave of need cascade through me. He pulls back and drives into me again, setting a frenzied pace as a low grunt rumbles inside his chest. My hips buck to meet his thrusts, looking to match his harsh rhythm. I tug on his hair, tangling it around my fingers and kiss him as our chests heave together.

I love the taste of his sweat on my lips, salty and sharp, and I love the feel of his skin on mine. He pounds into me like it’s our last time. With everything he’s got until the sheets are damp and there’s not a single part of me that’s left untouched. The sex is dirty and desperate, but it’s honest and it’s ours. It’s a new messy memory for me to keep, and I like it. I like Mikah loud and powerful on top of me. I like him doing things to my body to make it sing. And I like him whispering my name in my ear when we come hours later.

His hands still in my hair, his legs twisted with mine, we lie there naked and breathless, panting to catch our breath, and it feels nice. It feels right and peaceful.

“I have to be up very early.” I hear Mikah’s rough voice. “I have a business meeting and a studio session.” He rolls over to the side and runs his index finger over the contours of my face.

“Okay.” I turn my head toward him and our eyes meet.

“Are you going to come to the show tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Of course I want you to.” He nuzzles my shoulder and kisses his way up to my mouth. “I just fucked you for two hours straight and you don’t think I want to see you tomorrow?”

I swallow hard and bite down on my lip. My emotions are running rampant.

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