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Sacred.

I pull back from our kiss and lift my eyes back to hers.

She's watching me.

Searching my face.

Maybe wondering if I’m backing out—I’m not.

I smile before I can stop myself.

The kind of smile I haven't worn in years.

The kind that reaches places inside me I thought the military, loneliness, and too many sleepless nights had buried for good.

“You're beautiful,” I whisper, meaning every damn syllable.

“Micah,” she whimpers.

Then I close the distance between us once more.

I drag my hands up and down her body, worshipping every inch of her.

She’s thick. Bountiful. So fucking perfect.

And she is clinging to me now.

I lick a trail from her neck to the valley between her breasts. Stopping to take pleasure in tasting the ripe berries that tip each one.

Then I move lower, sipping from her navel, licking along her hip, nibbling at her inner thighs.

“Oh, God, Micah!”

She gasps when I spread her legs, and I lift her onto the couch with me. I slide down so my back is flat as I pull her closer.

“What are you doing?” she asks, eyes wide as she clutches at the couch.

“I wanna taste you, Princess. Let me? Please, let me,” I beg her—no I’m not too proud to.

“I’ll crush you,” she protests. But I shake my head.

“You won’t. Please, Princess. Let me have you,” I growl and it turns into a moan the second I see she’s made up her mind to trust me.

Next, I grab hold of her luscious ass and press down, forcing her to sit on my face—exactly where I want her.

And now, I eat.

Chapter 19-Sloane

Oh my God.

Micah is good at this. Too good.

But he’s not just going through the motions of sex.

I know it sounds foolish, but I can tell. It’s like he sees me as more than his equal. Like he’s placed me above him and all he wants is to cater to my needs and desires.

Fuck.