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I wanted more. He cupped the back of my head and deepened our kiss. In
every caress, I felt the urgency of his need. He rotated his hips and ground
his thick shaft against my center. Yes. This was what I needed. What I’d craved
since the moment we met.
    “Tell me you want this,” Micah said.
    I dug my fingers into his back and reveled in his hiss.
Scratching up, I drew my nails along his neck and threaded my fingers through
his hair. I tugged. His low moan was second only to the rich scent of his blood
wafting into the air. I met his gaze and pulled him to me for a kiss.
    He nipped my bottom lip but held our mouths a hair’s
breadth away from touching. “Tell me, Ella.”
    I traced my tongue across his lower lip. “I want you. I
want,” I slid my hand between us and cupped him, “your cock inside me.”
    He held me close and backed away from the wall. Turning
with me in his arms, he set me on the closest surface. A small, round table. I
lifted my arms as he pulled both my shirt and sports bra over my head.
    Micah stepped away and I had to clutch the edge of the
table to keep from pulling him to me. He ran his gaze over my breasts and
licked his lips. Using his knuckles, he drew a path between my cleavage that
had me arching my back in anticipation.
    “Fucking beautiful.”
    He flattened his hand and slid his palm around the back
of my rib cage, just barely grazing the underside of my breast. The distance
between us vanished. He tugged and flesh met flesh. With a hand on either side
of my face, he cupped my cheeks and slanted his mouth over mine.
    Breaking our kiss, he thumbed my wet lip before pushing
me until I lay on the table. “I’m going to taste your pussy before I fuck you.
You’re mine, Ella. Anything I want, you’ll give it to me. I want your mouth,
I’ll take it. I want to slide my cock between your sweet tits, I’ll do it. When
I want to fuck your ass and come on your back, you’re going to let me. You know
why?”
    My heart sped and my womb clenched. He tugged off first
one boot, then the other. Each heavy thud to the ground wound something tighter
inside me.
    I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Why?”
    The rough material of my pants slid down my thighs,
calves, fell to the ground. He stepped between my legs and shoved them open.
    “Because you’re mine.”
    He looked down at my lacy black thong before flicking his
gaze up to my face. Lust darkened his eyes. A sinful smirk curled his lips.
“Naughty girl.”
    My thighs quivered. He snuck his finger under the thin
elastic ribbon on the side of my panties. Back and forth, he toyed with the
sensitive skin. He traced the edge of lace down, down, down to the barely there
crotch.
    He yanked. Fabric ripped. My breath caught in my lungs
and instinct had me trying to close my legs. Rough hands spread me open and
Micah leaned over me, his jeans abrasive against my bared skin. He pinned me to
the table and the hot, wet trail of his tongue moved from my neck to the tip of
each nipple. His teeth closed around first one peak and then the other. He
sucked, licked, bit. Little nips of pain and pleasure brought me close to the
edge and I wondered if I’d come like this.
    He moved down my body, licking, kissing and biting.
Claiming. The soft strands of his hair tickled my thighs when he knelt and positioned
himself at my core. He looked up at me. His eyes were full of feral hunger. He
oh so slowly brought his mouth to my center and I felt the growing heat of his
skin over me followed by the moist wash of his breath. I sucked in air as the
sharp prick of his beard stubble chafed my skin just milliseconds before his
tongue. I was so hot, so ready for him. At the first rough, wet touch of his
mouth against my clit, I climaxed with a shuddering scream. I clutched the edge
of the table and arched closer to the pleasure spiraling between my thighs.
    Micah clutched me tighter, fingers bruising my thighs
where he held me still and flicked the point of his tongue over my