VII
STORM
H is lips tasted like the darkest places of my soul. Alluring, intoxicating, and addicting. Like a starved man, his kisses threatened to eat me alive. Roughly, his mouth moved in sync with mine, neither of us wanting to break apart.
Quickly, I was laid on the bed, with Micah on top of me. Skillfully, as always, he managed to get me out of my clothes, leaving my bra and underwear behind. Chills spread throughout my body as I hissed. Micah bit the bottom of my lip, at the exact same place I did not too long ago, and sucked off the drop of blood.
He trailed his fingers all over my sides, causing little moans to slip from my lips. Once his hands were on my hips, he paused, and squeezed them roughly. It was enough for me to scream in pain.
“I’m sorry, Bambi,’’ he whispered against my lips before kissing all over my jaw, slowly, agonizingly, going down my throat, kissing, licking and biting. My entire neck, throat, and jaw were covered with marks.
“You should be sorry,’’ I rasped out, locking my fingers in his hair and tugging on it. Forcefully, he looked up at me, his eyes glistening with lust. “It hurts, you bastard.’’
“I’m trying my best to control myself. It’s been too long since I’ve last touched you. And I’m not patient enough to go slow.’’
“Looks like you’re only patient when it comes to teasing me.”
Micah grinned, tilting his head to the side. “Of course. That is a form of satisfaction on its own.’’
I rolled my eyes, but he didn’t like it. His brow creased as he tugged the hem of my underwear. For a moment there, I thought he was no longer the caveman and that he was going to just take them off.
Of course, he had to rip them into pieces and toss them aside.
“Those were expensive!’’
“I’ll steal some for you.’’
“Steal? Shouldn’t it be buy?”
“Isn’t it more exciting for me to steal some?”
I could only blink, baffled. “You’ll get caught if you continue being that reckless.’’
“Baby, if they could catch me, don’t you think they would’ve done it already?”
My response got cut short because he started kissing the bottom part of my stomach. I grabbed his hair tighter, probably ripping out a few hairs. He didn’t mind and just laughed in response.
“That’s it,’’ he murmured. “We can talk later. For now, just focus on me, Bambi.’’
My eyes closed on their own. I was ready to feel everything he had to offer. He caressed my sides, sending another wave of goosebumps littering my skin. Anxiety slowly started to rise in my mind.
It had been too long since I’d been with Micah, and I was nervous.
He noticed the uneasiness and kissed my bare stomach.
“Relax.’’ His voice was stern, yet soft. “I’m here. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you.’’
Why was that enough to instantly put my mind at ease? His words, no matter how sweet, should've sounded like venom to my ears, laced with the bite of him abandoning me… Then why were they enough to put my mind, body, and heart in the palm of his hands? Micah pushed my legs apart and started kissing my inner thighs. He’d switch between each leg, giving both the same amount of attention. He chuckled, and then kissed that spot.
Three years ago, he bit my inner thigh enough for it to bleed. It left a scar of his teeth and I had his teeth tattooed right there. I forgot he’d be able to see it, though I assumed he already knew I visited the tattoo shop, since he was aware of everything.
My eyes opened right in time to see him admiring the tattoo. He was in a daze, staring at the inked flesh, immense desire on his face. If anything, he was proud that I tattooed his mark on my skin.
Cheeks flushed, I was sure a rosy tinge was all over the tips of my ears.
He didn’t give me a warning or a chance to brace myself.
He brought his face closer to my pussy and immediately gave my clit a flick with the tip of his tongue.
Shivers spread all the way down to my toes, the blood in my veins on fire. His soft touch mixed with his rough tongue brought ecstasy. It was much better than I remembered – more vicious, with more need.
He started licking and sucking, alternating between the two. I couldn’t keep my eyes open even if I wanted to. With closed eyes, I was able to truly feel everything. His skillful tongue that made that pleasure build in the pit of my stomach, the way he groaned with every flick.
“So wet for me, Bambi,’’ he mumbled against my skin, blowing cold air on my most sensitive spot. My body’s temperature rose immensely, and his cold fingers soothed the fire that threatened to overtake me.
Unexpectedly, Micah started teasing my opening with his index and middle finger. I clutched his hair tighter in my hands, trying to ignore the trembling state of my body. He found it enjoyable to tease me for a while, just focusing on my clit and nothing else.
Then, he added two fingers at once, and I screamed.
“Fucking bastard,’’ I hissed.
“You’re barely taking two fingers, how will you take my cock? I need to prepare you a bit.’’
“Could’ve warned me.’’
“What’s the fun in that?”
I was about to respond, but he began pumping his fingers in and out of me, whilst lapping up all my juices. I didn’t even realize that I’d gotten that wet, and he didn’t let a single drop go to waste.
My moans filled the room, and I wasn’t shy in screaming, either.
“You taste so sweet, Bambi.’’ His hoarse voice reached my ears, and it nearly sent me over the edge. But the bastard knew my body all too well, and paused. He wanted to edge me, and I was getting more annoyed by the second.
The release I’d been desperate for was finally there for me to take, yet he was trying to prolong my suffering.
“Micah, please,’’ I whimpered under my breath.
“Please what?”
“Please, make me come.’’
Why the hell was I the one begging? So much for having this man on his knees for me. In the end, I fell into his little scheme all over again, and for some reason, I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would. If anything, it felt familiar, hence I was more than comfortable with it.
“Your wish is my command, Bambi.’’
His tongue worked quicker, and he knew exactly where to put pressure. His fingers didn’t fall behind, either, as he continued to fuck me, twisting them inside.
That was all it took for me to climax all over his face with the loudest scream I could muster. I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost my voice by morning, but I didn’t care. All I wanted, needed, and desperately desired were his touches.
“Such a good girl for me, Bambi.”
I peeled my eyes open, just in time to see him sucking my juices off his fingers. Instead of being sensitive for anything else, my core clenched, and I was eager for more.
With a wicked gaze, Micah removed his clothes quickly.
I couldn’t help but stare in awe.
Even back then, I thought that the tattoos on his body, and his body itself, were a work of art. But now that he’d been working out even more, his defined abs and perfectly toned muscles were in my view.
I wanted to lick every inch of him.
“You’re staring,’’ he chuckled. “You can touch me all you want.’’
Just as I was about to stand up and actually start touching his body, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, a taunting smirk tugged on the corner of his lips.
“But not now.’’ He grinned. “Now, I’m the one doing all the touching.’’
“Just a little, please,’’ I whined, and he laughed, kissing my lips.
“Tomorrow. For now, I want to enjoy you.’’
He made distance between us, and that was when I glanced at his hard cock. Stroking it a bit, he pushed my legs further apart with his knee. He still had the tip pierced, though this time it was a different piercing.
Regardless, I was eager to feel it inside of me.
He teased my entrance with his tip, the cold metal making my mind go blank. His precum mixed with my juices, and with a slight push, the tip was inside of me. I thought he’d go easy on me, but of course, the bastard had other ideas.
In one, harsh and quick push, he was as deep inside me as possible.
I grabbed his shoulders, my sharp nails digging into his skin.
“Fucking hell,’’ he groaned. “This is something I’ll never get tired of. You feel so fucking perfect for me, Bambi.’’
My cheeks heated up, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Throat dry, I couldn’t swallow.
As if sensing it, Micah kissed me fiercely, his tongue swirling against mine. My moans filled the kiss as he started moving roughly.
“Deeper, Micah. I need you deeper.’’
My words of desperation reached him, and he briefly stopped, only to put my legs on his shoulders. He kissed my ankle while staring into my eyes, desire filling the intense gaze.
Then, he truly started fucking me.
His thrusts were fast and deep, and with each one, I was screaming. I felt him in my stomach, enjoying the way he filled me up. He lowered his head and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and biting.
It was painful, but with his thrusts, it became one of the most pleasurable experiences in my life.
“Fuck, Bambi,’’ he groaned, closing his eyes. “This time, you’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go, ever.’’
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes. I don’t care what I have to do, but I’ll sacrifice everything to ensure you’ll stay with me.’’
“So, what are you going to do if they catch you?”
Micah chuckled, as if I’d asked the most obvious question.
“I’d rather burn this entire city to the ground than ever allow them to take you away from me again.’’
With a final thrust, he spilled inside of me, and I rode a wave of my orgasm. I clutched him tight, unable to let go of him, terrified of what the morning was going to bring.
I couldn’t let him be taken away from me.
I couldn’t let anyone get in between us.
The twisted fate brought us here, yet it was our sick dedication that was going to keep us together. If anyone dared to threaten my time with Micah, I had no issues showing just how much of an insane person I’d become.
It was all for him, all because of him.
And I didn’t regret a single thing. Hearing the rhythm of his heartbeat match mine, seeing the lust, adoration, and obsession in his eyes, was enough for me to make the hard decision.
It was the two of us against the world. I’d burn this world to a crisp if someone dared to come in between us.
Somehow, I had the feeling I’d need to.