Michael’s gaze bore down on me, intense and unwavering, as he studied my reaction. I was utterly spent, my body still trembling from the lingering waves of pleasure. My legs were splayed open, unable to close, and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the remnants of my release slowly trickling down, adding to the wetness between my thighs.It was as if I had been drained of all strength, my mind clouded by the sheer intensity of what had just happened. My vision blurred, and for a moment, everything felt distant, almost unreal. When I finally regained some sense of awareness, I found myself being lifted from the chair, Michael’s strong arms carrying me to the bed.A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were dark with restrained desire. The look he gave me was enough to send another shiver down my spine. I glanced down, and there it was—his arousal, unmistakably evident, straining against the fabric of his suit pants. The sight made my breath hitch, and I coul
"Push your chest out," Michael's voice was low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine.I hesitated for a moment before complying, pressing my chest forward, letting my hardened nipples brush against his lips. Michael accepted them eagerly, his mouth enveloping one as if it were the sweetest treat. His lips were cool, but his tongue was a searing contrast, tracing circles around the sensitive bud. He sucked hungrily, the sound wet and lewd, as if he couldn’t get enough.A tremor ran through my body, but despite the intensity of the sensation, my mind remained strangely clear. This was Michael—my mate, my lover. My heart pounded, each beat growing louder, faster, as if it were trying to synchronize with the rhythm of Michael’s mouth. I was both frightened and exhilarated by the way he devoured me, his rough movements a thrilling reminder of his strength and dominance. But beneath the primal fear was a deep-seated comfort in his presence, the intoxicating scent of my mate wrappin
Despite how wet I was, the sensation of Michael's fingers inside me was still intense, bordering on discomfort. My body tightened around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust, his breath hitching as he reveled in my response. His eyes, filled with a fierce desire, bore into me, claiming me with every movement.Michael remained silent, his focus entirely on my reactions. His fingers delved deeper, more insistent, driving me wild with a mix of pleasure and frustration. This was unlike anything I’d experienced with him before—his usual quickness abandoned for a slow, torturous build-up that left me aching for more. He had been poised on the brink of entering me since my first orgasm, yet he held back, his endurance a test of my patience.The sound of my wetness filled the room, each squelch a reminder of how close I was to the edge, yet never quite reaching it. The pleasure was overwhelming, a constant wave that never crested, leaving me trembling with need. My hands found their way t
My moans seemed to drive Michael into a frenzy, his desire intensifying with every sound I made. His hips moved with a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful. He would pull out only halfway before slamming back into me, like a relentless force, his hard length slicing through my wetness and reaching the deepest parts of me.The sensation was overwhelming—my G-spot pulsed with heat as his cock stretched and filled me completely. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t suppress the low, husky groans escaping my throat. It was as if my entire body was vibrating with pleasure, my scalp tingling with the intensity of it.I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered to Michael, my body laid out beneath him in a submissive pose. I offered him everything, every soft, intimate part of me, letting him take what he wanted, how he wanted. My arms rested loosely on his shoulders, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The he
Every thrust from Michael felt like a surge of life coursing through me, a pulse of pleasure that grew stronger with each passing second. It was as if my entire body had become a vessel, eagerly soaking up the intoxicating ecstasy that only Michael could provide. The torment I had endured made these moments even more precious, as if the very essence of my being craved the solace his touch provided.My breath came out in shallow, heated gasps as the fire in my lower body intensified. The friction from Michael’s relentless movements had inflamed every nerve ending, making me acutely aware of the desire pooling within me. His presence inside me was overwhelming, his soaked and pulsating length moving with a force that left me teetering on the edge of sanity. The relentless rhythm, the undeniable pressure against my most sensitive spot—it was all too much, and yet, I found myself craving more.Michael’s thrusts grew more powerful, each one a claim, a reminder of the control he held over m
Michael's words sent a wave of heat rushing to my face. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the raw truth of what he said, left me both flustered and aroused. I didn’t want to admit that he was right, but the undeniable pleasure coursing through my body made it impossible to deny.Michael’s voice was low and teasing as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re the one who seduced me,” he whispered. “So why the hesitation now? You make it seem like I’m forcing you, like I’m committing some sort of marital sin.”Marital sin? My mind spun. We weren’t married; we hadn’t even talked about such things, let alone met each other’s families. Yet, the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, mingling fear with a thrill I couldn’t quite explain. But more than that, his words struck a chord within me—this wasn’t about force; it was about the overwhelming, unrelenting passion between us. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.“Michael! What are you—” I started, my voice trembl
The sheets beneath us were soaked with the aftermath of our passion, a mingling of both Michael’s and my fluids. I could hardly believe his suggestive words, teasing me with the idea of “drinking” from such a source. Shocked by the lewdness of his remark, I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief.Michael’s initial soft chuckles soon turned into a full-bodied laugh, the sound echoing around the room. Only then did I realize that he was toying with me, playing on my naivety. My face burned with embarrassment, and I quickly averted my gaze, unable to meet his teasing eyes."Don't worry," Michael said, his voice laced with amusement. "I like it when you treat me like this." He winked, his playful demeanor making it hard to stay mad at him.I tried to maintain a stern expression, but my gaze inevitably drifted to his chest, where the buttons of his shirt hung open, revealing the strong contours of his muscles. Michael was undeniably sexy, even when he was being infuriatingly smug. Desp
Michael was a complex man—my lover, full of passion and raw emotion one moment, and the next, he seemed like an ancient being, wise and distant, as if he had seen and experienced far more than I could ever imagine. He carried an aura of authority, a divine presence that made it hard to forget who he was. But there was also a tenderness in him, a fierce protectiveness that reassured me even as it overwhelmed me."I won't let anyone hurt you—no one in the past or future. No one can take you away from me," Michael declared in a deep, resonant voice. It wasn’t just a statement; it felt like a solemn vow, an oath bound by something far stronger than mere words.Long before I fully accepted our relationship, Michael had already made his choice. He chose me with absolute certainty while I was still wrestling with my doubts, uncertain about accepting him as my mate. When Robert had come after me, it was Michael who saved my life, proving his devotion in the most direct way possible.And now,