Grasping onto my hair, he took control of my movements. “You’re gonna fucking get it now.” Pulling at my roots, he pounded into my face so hard that my eyes lined with tears, the sharp sting of pain making me wet with longing.
“Micah! Fuck, you’re too good.” I increased my efforts, his words inciting my demand for his release, for his surrender.
When he grew desperate and deranged, I bared my teeth, scraping against his tender flesh. With a mighty groan, he released inside me, his cum saturating the lining of my throat as I swallowed.
Chapter 19Psycho
Icouldn’t fucking think straight. Micah’s magic mouth had sucked my brain straight through the eye of my throbbing cock.
Taking no prisoners, leaving no survivors. An assassin without mercy.
My Variant still thrummed in my veins from the elixir I had taken earlier in the night. I couldn’t handle the overstimulation.
Despite the euphoric haze, I was pissed. I had come before her. Hell, completely without her.
Utter blasphemy.
I lifted her to stand and flicked her nose. “You’re gonna pay.”
Micah clucked as I turned on the shower, the raising mist clouding the compact bathroom.
She turned, lifting her stained hair so I could reach the zipper at the base of her neck. Micah arched while I unzipped her dress, goosebumps trailing down her spine to chase my featherlight touch as a hesitant sigh left her swollen lips.
Oh, that won’t do. I required her screams—preferably my name ripping from her lungs.
I shimmied the gown over her hips, letting it pool to the ground, leaving Micah in a sexy black thong that had me dying of starvation. I groaned and shoved a fist in my mouth, teeth sinking into my flesh to prevent them from sinking into hers.
She flicked a sly eye over her shoulder, winked, then stepped beneath the cascading water. My head dropped back in weakness, my dick already hard and leaking, seeking her touch once more.
I lined up to her back and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. “My turn.” Lathering soap, I proceeded to wash the red stains from her skin and hair, my touch devoting, my caress intimate.
Micah had a tattoo spanning her entire back; a sprawling landscape of forestry. It appeared so lifelike, as if I could walk amongst the trees themselves. Massaging the artistic lines, she softened, leaning back against me.
“I was born and raised at the King Estate in East Harbour. We lived in a pretentious manor that overlooked the water. It was a beautiful, expansive compound surrounded by acres of forestry and vegetation. We’d spend hours lost in those woods. They were the happiest days of my life.”
I could hear the melancholy in her voice, the despondency in her tone. She turned to face me, her hands raising to rest about my neck, bare breasts pushed up against my chest. My palms leisurely skimmed up and down her arms. Arms that were riddled with coloured flowers and plants.
“Why do you hide them? They’re beautiful.”
Micah gave me a sad look. “Mainly to desensitise my Variant. It’s powerful enough that it affects every facet of my life, a constant presence absorbing into my very skin.” She lifted a hand to examine her injured palm, now free of glass. “I realised quite early on that the tattoos and clothing dampened the effects. I can’t stand people close, their touch near unbearable.”
She was being so genuine, so real, her statement took me by surprise. It shouldn’t have.
I couldn’t force my desires on her. I fucking refused. My respect was way too high to ever expect or want something she was unwilling to give. Even if only a little bit.
When I attempted to detangle our position, she stopped my retreat by grabbing my hands and placing them on her hips.
“Except yours, August. Never yours. If I didn’t have your touch,” she shuddered. “I think I’d die without it.”
My neurotransmitters sparked with a detailed map to each point of contact where her body touched mine. I remained still, refusing to move, not giving a single inch or I would truly break.
Micah continued to guide my limp hands upward until they rested on top of each breast. “So touch me, August. You wouldn’t want me to die, would you?” she finished with a smirk.
My forehead bumped against hers, palms kneading her breasts in soft, needy strokes. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna wish you were,” I said, pinching her peaked nipples as her sweet mouth rewarded me with a surprised gasp.
My senses had increased tenfold, and I was more than willing to use the advantage to enhance her pleasure.
With my Variant uncaged, I was my true self. With her by my side, I was simply complete.
MICAH
August worshipped my flesh with the fervent devotion of any faithful servant. His leisurely touch revered my body, the strokes of his tongue whispered prayers into my skin.
I latched onto his broad shoulders, requiring stability and a stronghold to lean on before I toppled to the fucking ground, losing all meaning of space and time.
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, feel everything.” 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.
