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And for the first time in a very long time, I realize I'm not waiting for this moment to end.

I'm hoping it's only the beginning.

“Hold on,” he commands, and I do, just in time for him to flip our positions.

My back lands on the sofa and Micah hooks his arms around my legs, spreading me wider.

“You’ve ruined me. Fuck. It’s so good. Tell me, Princess, are you close?”

My whole body is trembling as I dance along that pinnacle, and Micah sees it.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. But he doesn’t flaunt it. he doesn’t tease me.

He wants my release like it’s his own.

So I nod because why deny it?

“Yes, I’m close!”

“Good girl,” he growls, and I swear it’s like a lightning bolt zips down my body strait to my throbbing clit. “Now, I want you to tell me you’re mine when you’re coming on my cock. Will you do that, Princess?”

His thrusts are long and hard, then they turn shallow, insistent.

I swear I feel every vein, every ridge of him as he grinds into me just right.

I can’t breathe much less answer him.

“Oh, God, Micah!” I scream his name as the first wave of pleasure takes hold.

“Tell me,” he demands.

And I do.

I tell him.

“I’m yours, Micah. Yours!.”

“That’s right. You’re mine. And I’m yours, Princess,” he groans as he starts to come. “I’m all fucking yours.”

Chapter 20-Micah

I can't stop looking at her.

She lies there with her eyes closed, her breathing slow and peaceful, the corners of her mouth tipped into the smallest smile.

For one terrifying second, my heart stops.

“Sloane?”

No answer.

I brush a damp strand of hair away from her forehead.

Then she lets out the softest little sigh.

Relief crashes through me so hard my knees nearly give out.

Christ.