“Micah!” I whined as his c**k slid free, leaving me hollow and empty in a way that claws my insides. “W-what is wrong?” My voice came out needy and trembling, just like I was feeling inside.
I held out my hands, reaching for him, and that was when I felt his. His gaze burned, not in a way that sends shivers down my spine, but in a way that says, ‘I would burn you into pieces and throw the ash in a canal."
“Micah.” I whispered again, but my mind was already racing. My brain had made the connection already, but I refused to agree to the conclusion I had come up with.
Instead, I acted on the desire. I hooked my legs around him, locking him in place, and I thrust upwards.
His eyes glowed, his control wavering, but the anger still shone in his eyes, and I ground my hips on him again.
A low
