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August pushed me against the wall, his mouth venturing lower, skimming my jaw and collarbone. His hands tantalised my nerves, leaving rippling tremors in their wake. And when he caught my nipple between his teeth, my eyes pinched closed as my pussy pulsed.
“Eyes open, Golden Girl. I want you to see everything,feeleverything.” Upon his command, my eyes opened to his possessive stare.
“August,” I could scarcely breathe. “I need you.”
His palm soared lower. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
My hips gyrated forward to meet his fingers as they skimmed over my laced thong, placing the lightest pressure over my clit. I wished I could delude myself into thinking they were drenched from the shower alone. We both knew better.
August’s mouth returned to mine, breathing life into my failing respiratory system. He continued to tease me, his perfect, hard cock pressing against my inner thigh as his knuckles caressed the edge of my panties.
My body demanded more. I was over waiting. I would force him to relinquish control, as I had none left to give. Motions turned ragged as I wrenched him closer, lifting a leg high over his hip whilst my tongue fought for dominance.
A masculine growl vibrated from his rib cage and I bit his lip, hard. “Stop playing with me.”
“But it’s my favourite. I love playing with you,” he said, slipping one single finger beneath the thin material to push inside me.
My head fell back from the instant pleasure—until he retracted his touch to lick his finger completely clean.
I stilled at the sight, my inner walls clenching from the loss. “I swear I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Not until I make you cum, you won’t.” He spun me so fast my palms slapped against the shower wall, his front pressing upto my back. I pushed my ass against him and drank down his audible hiss when his cock pushed between my cheeks. “Hold on to the wall, you're gonna fucking need it.”
Before I could cuss him out, he pressed his foot against mine, widening my stance. His palms and mouth traced the tattoo down my back, August settling on his knees behind me. My legs shook from his proximity, his hands rough as they kneaded my ass cheeks. Then I felt the predator stalk forward to take me in his jaws.
August licked from my pussy all the way to my back entrance, finishing the upstroke with his teeth latching onto the plump flesh. I yelped from the sharp sting that undiluted into a burning desire.
“This wonderful ass. I’m gonna fuck it one day,” August purred. I hummed in reply, my mind vacant, lost to his savagery.
August hooked his fingers into my thong and gently pulled it down, the last barrier eradicated. I was running hot.Feverish.
August wasn’t faring any better, vibrant jolts of lust shooting from his very core to ricochet up my body. Then his proverbial barrier completely snapped, the beast clawing from his insides finally freed.
He jerked my hips down to his upturned mouth, snarling like a wild animal. “Back the fuck up and ride my goddamned face, Micah.”
His tongue attacked me from behind, my legs barely holding out, muscles spasming from the intimate claiming.
August fed on me, not missing a single morsel. When his lips sucked me in, I relinquished to his ravenous hunger. My hips writhed to a punishing beat, my forehead hit the tiles and my panting moans echoed through the acoustic bathroom.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me hard,” his voice muffled from between my legs as his motions increased in tempo.
My skin prickled at the impending high when August suddenly slapped my ass hard, then immediately shoved two fingers so fucking deep I never stood a chance.
The world blackened and my tight walls spasmed, clenching onto his intruding fingers as they fought to stay inside me. I collapsed, August catching my descent with his waiting mouth.
He continued at a leisurely pace, easing the aftershocks of my orgasm to a persistent rhythm of desire that refused to completely disappear.
When I was stable enough to stand on my own two feet, he steadied my stance and rotated my hips so I was facing him once more. August remained on his knees, his expression filthy and smug as all fuck. Until his eyes caught on my new tattoo. His features transformed into the most serious expression I’d ever seen.
He reverently stroked the red flower and rose to stand as sure-footed as any gladiator who had conquered another arena. “Gladiolus? That wasn’t there last time,” he said, fingers digging into the image stamped on my upper thigh.
I peppered kisses up his throat, if only to escape his penetrating gaze.
“Did you know that in Roman times,” I said. “when gladiators fought to the death in the arena and won, they’d be showered in Gladioli flowers?”
He nodded. “I also know it’s the birth flower for the month of August.”
I pulled back at his restrained tone, catching the strangest look in his eyes. “You’re undefeated, are you not?”
