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I don’t even understand what that means. Is my ass even big enough for him to take? My knees squeeze Micah’s shoulders as he holds them firmly with both hands while his tongue laps up my folds and his teeth lightly scrape my clit.

I can’t think. I can’t process anything other than his mouth on me as my body tightens and the heat of my blood explodes through my veins. The sensation hits every nerve and limb, each toe and finger. My breasts are painfully swollen, my nipples raw from where he’s been biting me for the last hour. The crippling fear of what he is planning to do to me afterward is still there, though.

Anal sex? Is that something I can do?

“Micah,” I beg, if that’s what you want to call it. I stopped begging him after ten minutes when I realized what he was doing. Now the sounds that come out of me are more like Mmm and Aaah noises that sort of resemble his name. I can’t seem to catch my breath. “Please… I can’t…”

I orgasm easily, I realize, and the human body can only sustain so many in a short period. Because this is torturous, in a very delicious and fucked-up way. My body doesn’t decline between each orgasm as you think it would, and Micah’s relentless with his mouth and fingers, only giving me a short few seconds before he keeps going. I’ve yet to fully climax. Sometimes, he changes things up, giving my mouth what it wants and pressing his lips to mine while keeping his fingers inside me.

He hasn’t spoken to me since he started, ignoring my silent pleas, keeping me bound. Any time I try to squirm, he’s there, holding me down and forcing it. He’s still extremely gentle with me through every touch and every lick, as if my body is his temple.

It’s not long until he’s back down on my clit, pressing his tongue on my sensitive spot. It’s so intense that my body finally gives up. He eases off me, chuckling. “Have you had enough, sweetheart?” After I catch my breath, he brings his lips to mine. “Taste yourself. Experience how fucking delicious you are.” He slips his tongue inside my mouth, and I bite his lip, tasting my own wetness, my lips lingering for as long as he lets me.

He runs his fingers through my now extremely knotted hair and pulls off my blindfold. His dark brows are arched, and he’s smiling, looking very pleased with himself. His face is certainly one I will never forget. Even in death, I can’t imagine not seeing him every time I close my eyes, touch myself, or clench any part of my body. If I were to die before him on this island, my ghost would forever haunt him just to be near him.

He owns me…

He nibbles on my ear as my body seems to mold into his like I’m made of liquid.

“Micah,” I whisper once I’ve caught my breath.

“London.”

“Is this real?” I could very well be dead, and this is some sort of purgatory, caught between heaven and hell—the best parts of both.

He snickers, and he finds his way to my lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, it’s real.” He climbs on top of me, and I wrap my legs around him.

He licks his lips, and I gasp as he grabs the knife on the side of the bed. He expertly snips my binds, finally freeing my hands, the red welts on each wrist pulsing. I forgot that pain…

The fire crackles and pops, sending a red ember across the room. I forgot about that pain, too. I crumble into his waiting arms, having no fucking clue what time it is.

“I’m going to fuck you now, London. I want you to watch me while you climax, baby. I want to feel your breath on my skin and your heart beating, every part of you that makes you alive, okay?” He finally pulls my knees up, one by one. His motions are so composed. However, he can’t hide the desperation in his words. His muscled body presses into mine, and he finally starts fucking me the way my body has been begging him to.

His cock is smooth as he slides inside me, my pussy ready for him. It takes me no time to hit my climax. I hardly recognize the moans that come out of my mouth as my body explodes into a nearly painful release. I keep my eyes open and on his the whole time.

Our breaths mingle as he rolls off me, pulling the blanket over his back, covering both of us. He gives my forehead a quick kiss and turns me on my stomach as I lie panting beneath him. After a few minutes, he gives my ass a little slap, shifting his attention there.

My stomach clenches…

He isn’t fucking done. He never came; he hasn’t even come close to climaxing.

It’s dark inside now, just a small flicker of light from the fire he made earlier, which is dying out. The snow is coming down heavily outside. The small view of the outside I have from our bed reminds me of how alone and secluded we are.

Stranded.

I keep my attention on the outside and try to ignore what he is about to do.

He gently spreads my ass open and slowly slides a finger inside, then another.

My entire body tenses. “Micah… I don’t think I can do this.”

His lips brush against my ear. “You don’t have a choice, baby, so relax.”

I bite my lip as his fingers make gentle circles. “So fucking tight,” he says, and I wonder how many times he’s thought about doing this to me. I never thought I would ever do something like this with anyone. Ever.

“I don’t think I’m big enough,” I say, hoping he will change his mind. He merely snickers, then reaches out and grabs something from his side of the bed.

A bottle of lube?