I felt my heart skip a beat and my soul drift.
Michael squeezed his hand between my legs again. My body trembled. I wanted to struggle but didn't dare. I could only whisper, "Michael."
"Tell me if you want it. It's okay."
Michael's voice sounded rare and gentle. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in it.
He gave me a light kiss on the side of my face, raised his knee to my already wet privates, and slowly rubbed me. "I'll give you a lick, won't I?" He suggested very seriously.
I was a little dazed, and it took me a while to catch my breath.
Did Michael want to lick me down there? A Lycan prince was going down on me.
Just imagining it made my blood boil.
"No, you can't." My subconscious told me it was wrong, even though I wanted Michael to.
"Yes," Michael said, leaving a kiss on my lips as he slid down.
