Micah peeled Adele's shirt off, and lust darkened his eyes the moment he finally saw her breasts. Her skin was pale and smooth like milk, her breasts full and soft with rosy nipples pebbled from the cold water. They were practically begging to be touched, sucked, and worshipped.
A hungry sound left Micah's throat before he could stop it. Then his mouth latched onto her right nipple, hot and greedy, sucking so hard Adele cried out, "Micah!"
Her head fell back against the tiled wall, her fingers sinking into his hair and yanking, not in protest, but because the pleasure punched right through her.
Goddess above, this mate of hers would be the death of her.
Every pull of his mouth felt like he was drawing the pleasure straight out of her core, the sensations shooting down between her legs like lightning. Her raw moans reverberated through the steamy bathroom uncontrollably.
