Chapter 81 - "Make The Damn Move Micajah."-02

I groan when she opens her mouth, letting my tongue dip into hers. She gives me full control of the kiss, and as much as I enjoy her kissing me, this is a whole new spectrum of pleasure I've never considered before. And it's safe to say, it's fan-freakin'-tastic. I suck on her lower lip as I let my hands slide lower. I wait for any sort of protest, and when I get none, I rest my hand on the curve of her bottom. We come up for air, and I take this opportunity to kiss my way down her neck. "Mhm," She moans when I bite the skin near her collar bone, raising her head to give me more access. I back her up against the counter as I bend my knees to lower myself to her neck, nibbling and suckling on her soft flesh. 'Our mark would look good there,' my Wolf comments, urging me to mark her subconsciously, but I ignore him, focusing solely on the task of giving my Mate pleasure. When I bite hard enough to draw some blood, she goes wild in my arm