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My teeth sunk into my bottom lip in order to regain some semblance of stability. Hopeless need was only growing, and with him this close, I was rapidly losing complete command of any conviction.
“Can you sense my intentions right now?” August whispered, his breath brushing over my lips in the softest caress, wandering fingertips lifting higher and higher.
“My ability is most responsive when I’m in direct contact,” I managed to breathe, my voice hitching when his knuckles slid over my delicate inner thigh.
“Then tell me, Micah. Tell me what it is youfeel,” August said, reaching the edge of my soaked panties.
My eyes flew open to find his gaze locked on mine with laser focus, the shocking black so depthless, so infinite—and frankly disturbing. Yet I found myself more than willing to submerge and subsequently drown in the devastating abyss.
“You,” I replied. “All I feel is you.”
All manner of thought evaporated when his fingers skimmed beneath the fabric and swiped through my sensitive core.
August tortured me, savouring my submission with his compelling touch, his strokes gentle, efforts unhurried. He drank down my moans and ravished my body, never succumbing to my commands for more.
He removed my clothes with firm precision, laying me naked and exposed before his fevered gaze. He relinquished his shirt in return, remaining in his jeans, his eyes scoring burning flames over my skin and causing smoke and ash to barrage my mind.
Climbing above me, his forehead bowed, resting against the tattoo between my breasts. “Fuck,”he uttered. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I fucking swear it.”
“Do you want to stop?”
August’s canines sharply nipped my skin. “That’s the problem. I won’t ever want to stop.” He shifted his head and aggressively sucked my nipple into his mouth. And when his teeth sunk into the delicate peak, my ribcage nearly fractured from my erratically pounding heart.
His hands and mouth never left my body, endlessly caressing, kneading, licking and sucking. He was attentive and particular, never intruding on the place I wanted him most—neededhim most.
“August,” I pleaded, pushing my pelvis upward, searching for friction.
August heard my call and settled on my side. He kissed me on the mouth and his hand finally lowered between my legs, circling my throbbing, slick entrance.
He shuddered, a distinct growl escaping his clenched teeth. “Perfect tits, perfect fucking pussy. You were made for me, Micah.” I gyrated into his hand, demanding more contact. “Hush, baby, I’ve got you. Couldn’t think of a better way to thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“For saving me…in more ways than one.” Before I could question his statement, he pushed two fingers into my weeping pussy, both of us relinquishing a groan.
His pumps increased in tempo and rhythm, sending quakes of pleasure reverberating through my bones. His thumb soon raised to my clit to join in the assault, the motion of his hand in perfect synchronisation.
The chase for the high peaked to superior heights, and when his fingers curved inward at the perfect angle, my psyche tippedover into euphoric bliss. My walls clenched onto his fingers, demanding they stay there, deep inside me. In the end, all I could process was Psycho swallowing my screams by swiping his tongue into my mouth.
PSYCHO
“August.” A name I hadn’t heard spoken for years. My insides lit up with the sound pressing from her lips. She was the first person I had ever freely surrendered it to, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Micah was a living, breathing goddess, her orgasm only classified as divine intervention for the effect her release had on my soul. I didn’t know how I’d let her go, watch her leave.
With her pliant body beneath my hands, I’d stolen ownership of her very being. She just didn’t know it yet. But when I was done with her, she would.
Micah’s hand reached for my waistband. I shook my head and jolted off the stretcher. With all contact lost, her lips raised in a disappointed pout. I chuckled. “This isn’t about me, this is about you.Only you.”
I raised my hand to lick my soaked fingers clean, eyes rolling when the sweet flavour hit my tastebuds, instantly regretting my words.
The sensation was surreal. Her tightening walls, the taste of her lust, the impression of her soft, unblemished skin—all of it concocted and prepared perfectly for me.
There was nothing I wanted more than to connect with her in every physical way. But tonight was about worshiping her. Keeping my pants on was the best decision I’d ever made. I had to create distance, ‘cause if she kept on touching me and trackingmy body with desire in her eyes, I’d definitely fold. And if she called my name again, I was undeniably a fucking goner.
I lifted the arm restraints dangling loose from the stretcher and held them open in invitation. Recognition flashed over her face as she placed her wrists in the leather straps, allowing me to lock her arms down by her sides.
My possessive animal roared with approval at the act of trust.
