Savage Mafia Prince

Savage

I can’t breathe. This isn’t a new feeling for me, but the circumstances definitely are. My chest is heaving while my body tries to find anything to latch onto so it can straighten itself out after the most dizzying orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m distracted, so it takes me a minute to notice that Micah is still looking at me like I’m a bomb, and he’s trying to figure out if he cut the right color wire.

I’m also trembling, but I don’t know whether to blame that on the orgasm, the fact that my mind is blown into a thousand disparate pieces, or the shower water that’s finally beginning to run cold.

“Come on,” Micah says, his voice more gentle than I’ve ever heard it, and his thumb tracing a soft trail over my cheek the way he’s taken to doing so often. “Let’s get cleaned up.”