Talia

A light knocking on the door tears me out of my nap. I crawl from my bed and open it. My eyes meet Micah’s burning ones.

I grab his hand and pull him inside. “Can you imagine? I’m free.” I close the door. “You don’t have to be my nanny anymore. Cool, isn’t it?”

Heaviness sits on my chest. Micah won’t be around me anymore. He can focus on living out his own life now.

“I’m so happy for you, baby girl.” Raw emotion falters his voice as the light emitted by the bedside lamp gives his face a menacing appearance.

My hand travels to his cheek and an overwhelming need to comfort him fills me. “I can take care of you now. In return for all these years you’ve kept me sane.”

He chuckles and steps back, which pisses me off for some mysterious reason.

“We need to talk,” he says. “You’re free—“

“Don’t leave me.” It just pours out of me.

“I—“

“You have a woman, right?”

“Talia, baby—“

“Who is she?” I put my hands on my hips.

Emotions flood me like never before. I’ve been a half-dead shadow for years and now everything feels so intense, so vivid like I’m a volcano threatening to explode at any moment.

“Yes, I have a woman,” Micah says.

Ice fills my veins, and I feel dizzy. “Are you going to marry her?”

I will kill her. I’ll fucking kill her with my bare hands.

“It’s complicated,” Micah says.

Rage burns inside of me and it rises up to my throat. “Get out of my face.”

“Talia,” Micah growls.

“Now.”

“Talia listen to me—“

“I said ‘now’.”

I realise I’m yelling.

“Get some sleep, baby, and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” Micah glides his hand over his head.

“Get out.” I raise my hands and spread my fingers like I’m going to claw his eyes out.

He storms out and my heart crumbles into pieces. I miss Micah like never before, like he’s died or something.

I pull forward and tumble out of my room, bouncing off a tall frame. Then hot lips are on mine. I stiffen as the realisation of whose mouth is devouring mine tears its way to my shaky mind.

“Micah,” I gasp.

“I can’t breathe without you, baby girl.”

I’m stunned.

No, I’m so fucking happy I can’t speak.

My hands rise, and I cup his face, bringing his lips down back to mine.

“Take us to my place,” Micah says into my mouth.

He grips my waist and lifts me off the floor as my wings appear from my back and I wrap my legs around his waist. With a rustle, I take us to his bedroom.

As the haze from the ride clears in my head, and my wings vanish, heat seizes my skin.

Micah keeps kissing me.

No—

He’s eating me like an animal that has starved for months. His tongue almost violates my mouth.

“You’re my woman,” he says. “My wife.”

“Since when?”

“Since…” He chuckles then plants a kiss on my neck, making my stomach flutter, making my skin prickle, making my heart pound. “Since you grew up.”

Euphoria explodes in my mind like fireworks against the blackness of the night sky. “Are you serious?”

“I’m very serious. I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too. Always have.”

I feel his teeth on my neck, causing me pain. An arousing pain. I mewl, pulling him to me, urging him to give me more, to give me harder. He sinks his fingers into my hair and slams me on the wall.

I sense wildness from him tinged with the brutality of the warrior blazing inside of him. I sense darkness and light from him. I sense his anger, his pain, and his fierce love for me.

I realise we’re mating, bonding for eternity. I realise this when his fingers slide under my panties.

“Everyone in the compound will sense us,” I say.

“So what?”

“My dad—“

“Kiss me and stop talking.”

So I kiss him.

He rips my panties off me and I feel him manipulate the zip in his trousers.

“Micah, I’ve never—“

“Stop talking,” he growls.

The head of his hard cock pushes at my entrance.

I’ve never been with a man and I wanted my first time to be more romantic, on the beach maybe, or in a nice hotel room.

Micah grips my hip and drives his cock into me, burying his whole length inside me in one thrust.

Micah

She cries out and I stop moving. Something is wrong, but her heat strips me of rationality entirely. I’m ravenous. I’m thirsty. I’m unstoppable.

I move my hips against hers and go deeper, harder. Her body stiffens against mine as her fingers dig into my neck and she cries.

A thought whips me.

Theo was away. He missed her eighteenth birthday. He never fucked her.

My one past mixes with my other past in my head and I don’t know which one is reality.

“Talia, baby, is this what I’m thinking about?”

“This is, but that’s okay. I’ve always wanted it to be with you.”

Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.

“I will heal, Micah.”

“I know. I just—“

“Love me and don’t hold yourself back.”

Her body softens against mine as her lips search for mine.

I grip the back of her neck to hold her in place and I fuck her, forcing whimpers from her mouth.

It’s mine to take. It has always been mine.

Heat floods me, bubbles, as my whole being ascends towards the stars. I explode, shatter, and disintegrate.

“They’re waiting for us.” Talia’s voice tears its way to my blurry mind.

“What?”

“The whole family. Dad will probably knock your teeth out.”

“What?”

“They’re waiting in the bar. Dad is really pissed off.” She chuckles nervously. “God, the air is sizzling with his fury.”

I put my hands on her head and kiss her tenderly. “You want a shower first?”

“Yes.”

I pull out of her and let her slide down. As she puts her feet on the floor, I gather her nightdress and pull it over her head.

She drops her head, ashamed of her nakedness.

I hold her chin and tip her face up to mine, kissing her. “You’re beautiful.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “You’re mine.”

I strip and hold her hand, pulling her to the bathroom. The oscillations of the boys’ emotions prick my skin—their curiosity, joy, then sadness that they’re lonely. Kadmiel’s sheer anger.

I block my mind and focus only on my Talia.

We step into the shower cabin and I turn on the hot water. Talia clings to me. I turn her so her back rests against my chest and I palm her large breasts.

“You didn’t enjoy it, huh?” I roll her nipples and she arches against me as her arms wrap around my neck.

“It was—“

“It was what it was. But, I’m going to compensate you for my crudeness.”

Talia

I purr as he strokes my breasts and our lips meet.

I’m scared that it’s a dream and I’ll wake up at any moment. But, he is here with me, my beloved Micah.

His fingers slide down my tummy to my mound and he spreads my folds. I look down and see a few streaks of redness tinting the water around my feet. My virginal blood. My gift for Micah.

He slides a finger into my pussy, causing me a slight stinging. His arm crosses over my chest as he pushes his finger deeper and tension starts building in my tummy. I feel his thumb rubbing against my clit, jolting me. My knees bend as Micah’s hard cock throbs against my ass.

Steam envelops us. My sweat merges with the water. Everything is hot and bubbly.

Micah fingers me gently, and I dig my fingers into his forearm, teetering between pain and pleasure, craving more and more until forgetfulness. I come with a low scream leaving my mouth.

Micah bends me so my palms rest against the colourful mosaic adorning the side wall of the shower cabin, and he pushes his cock into my pussy. His hands rest just above mine and he stops moving.

It’s burning like previously, but then the pain fades and there is only this delirious sensation of being stretched. Of being rooted. Of being loved with fierce passion.

Micah starts thrusting and I fall into the hot chasm of our desire.