Shifters were naturally stronger and had far more stamina than humans, but even Adele had to admit she had gotten one hell of a mate.
Micah was simply insatiable.
And it wasn't even the fire of the mating fever driving him, yet he took her as if molten heat burned through his veins. Micah used every inch of the bathroom as if it belonged to him—and her.
He fucked her on the floor, grinding her into the tiles. On the sink, gripping her hips and pounding into her until the surface rattled beneath them. He bent her over it and fucked her harder again, dragging cries from her she didn't even know she could make.
Then he pulled her upright, pressed her against the mirror, and took her while their reflections stared back—Adele watching every reaction ripple across her own face as he destroyed her breath by breath.
Adele lost track of how many times she climaxed, and the positions too. There had been so many she couldn't remember them all, only the dizzying blur of pleasure.
