Micah finally released her legs, and the moment Adele's feet touched the ground, she nearly collapsed. Whether it was the intensity of the pleasure or the simple loss of sensation, her knees refused to hold her. But her mate caught her instantly, pulling her up against him.
The shower rained over them, washing away every trace of her release as they stared at each other. Adele's hands roamed across Micah's chest, tracing the lines of his muscle. Mine. That was all she could think as her palms slid over his wet skin.
"Ready to take me, baby?" Micah asked with a husky voice.
Adele nodded. She wanted him already. Her body was ripe for him.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Yes…" Her voice came out breathless. "Yes, I want you, Micah."
His smile was pure wickedness. His eyes were already fully black, demonic and beautiful, and instead of frightening her, it pulled her deeper into the anticipation building inside her.
