109 The Irresistible Throbbing

"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