For the first time in his life, Micah didn’t know what to do with the amount of love being poured into him. So he kissed his mate hard, pouring everything in his heart into that one moment.
Adele kissed him back with equal ferocity, her fingers digging into his hair, their breaths mingling as if they were trying to breathe each other in.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was raw with emotion.
"I love you, Adele. With all my heart. I promise to be the best mate you’ll ever have, and curse be the day I ever look at another woman with lust, much less take one to bed."
Adele warned him immediately, "Let’s not make such dangerous promises. The goddess do honor them."
But Micah was stubborn.
"I mean it," he insisted, saying in an unwavering tone. "It’s me and you forever, Adele. No one else."
Adele held his gaze, butterflies stirring in her belly, her eyes warming. "That’s it," she murmured, "You’re mine forever. I love you too, Micah."
A huge boyish smile split across Micah’s face, completely disarming. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time slow and sweet, both of them smiling against each other’s lips.
Then Adele whispered against his mouth, "What percentage are you at now?"
Immediately a wicked glint in Micah’s eyes.
"Ninety-nine percent. Not entirely full."
Adele dragged her nails down his back and purred, "Then we need to get you full, don’t we?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her hips against him teasingly.
"Make love to me, Micah."
Micah didn’t need another word. He lined himself up and pushed into her slowly. Adele threw her head back with a soft cry, her body sighing in pure satisfaction as she welcomed him back inside her heat.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, settling deeper. This time, unlike the feral hunger in the bathroom, Micah moved with a gentleness that melted her. His hands traced her curves, worshiping her body while he thrust into her in slow, deep strokes.
Adele moaned without restraint, the sounds vibrating against his lips whenever he kissed her. Then Micah rolled his hips in a circular motion, hitting a spot that made her whimper, turning liquid beneath him.
"You like that?" Micah rasped.
"Yes..." Adele moaned. "Just, don’t stop. Please."
He obeyed instantly, thrusting exactly the way she needed it. Adele pushed her feet against his hips, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as pleasure gathered hot and tight inside her.
"Faster," she breathed. "Micah—please—faster."
Micah’s breath hitched. He adjusted his grip on her thighs and drove into her harder, deeper, and faster. Adele cried out, clinging to him as the bed shook beneath them.
Her voice was breathless and desperate now. "Come on, Micah... give me more. Wreck me. Destroy me."
An animalistic growl left his throat. He snapped his hips in a brutal rhythm, pounding her into the mattress. Adele’s moans broke into high, helpless sounds, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as pleasure dragged her under.
She was so close she could barely breathe.
"M-Micah... " she whimpered. "I’m coming... I’m—"
Micah didn’t stop. If anything, he thrust harder, as if determined to drag every ounce of pleasure out of her body.



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