An Incubus could pretty much seduce anyone because all they needed was a single touch to read what their target liked and craved. And right now, Micah’s eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation, already savoring what he was about to do to her.
Adele was still suspended mid-motion, and though he could see confusion in those terrified eyes, there was desire too. She could hide it all she wanted, but he was about to draw it out.
She thought they weren’t a perfect match? He’d make her take back those words by the time he was done with her.
Adele had no idea how Micah manipulated all this, but the chains began to lift her and she made the mistake of looking down into Micah’s leering gaze. He looked like he was about to devour her whole.
No, no, no. She didn’t want the chains to lift her further, but she couldn’t go lower either. That demon would capture her. But when she reached a sudden height, Micah reached for her. He threw her legs over his shoulders, his face pressed directly to her center, his breath sending tingles across her flesh.
Adele tried to wriggle free, but he grabbed her ass hard enough to bruise.
"Micah..." Adele warned him, even though she was panting now, her body wound tight with anticipation.
"I’m going to enjoy this," Micah said to her with a cruel smile.
Then his eyes turned completely black just as he dived in, taking her entirely into his mouth. He sucked her as if she was a rare delicacy, savoring every trembling reaction he coaxed from her body.
"Ahh," Adele moaned, her back arching instinctively as pleasure jolted through her spine. She reached for him, unsure if she meant to pull him closer or shove him away. But there was nothing to grasp—no ground beneath her, no wall at her back—just air and helpless need.
She was entirely at his mercy. And mercy, Micah did not give.
He devoured her like it was his right.
Adele had no idea how he did it with his tongue, but it flicked around her sensitive buds in patterns that left her breathless. Beyond the stage, the faceless audience still cheered them on.
She wasn’t an exhibitionist, not even close, but damn if this fever didn’t mess with her head. The thought of being on display, even in a dream, sent a twisted, depraved thrill crawling up her spine. The audience wasn’t real, and yet her arousal very much was.
Micah kept lapping at her like he could go all day—and she had a sick feeling he absolutely could. Sometimes, he went painfully slow, swirling and dancing with his tongue, bringing her to heights she didn’t think were possible.
Then sometimes, he’d flick at her so fast the pleasure would spike only to stop just before it tipped over, switching rhythm like a devil with a sadistic streak. It made her weep in both frustration and pleasure.
God, when did she start to like this?
"I—I think I’m going to come!" Adele cried out, her voice shaking with urgency. At some point, her hands had found the chains, clutching them tight as she arched and rocked against Micah’s face, chasing the climax coiling viciously inside her.
Her body moved on instinct now, wild and desperate, every nerve ending lit with raw, feral need. The orgasm hovered just out of reach and she was ready to shatter to get there.
Micah gripped her ass tighter, his claws digging into her skin enough to draw blood. But Adele didn’t care. The sting only heightened the rush coursing through her, a wicked blend of pain and pleasure that made her head spin.
He moved faster now, his tongue relentless, and when he rolled it around her sensitive bud and gave a teasing, barely-there nip, Adele detonated.
Adele cried out as ecstasy ripped through her, her entire body convulsing with the force of it, trembling uncontrollably above him. But Micah didn’t let up and devoured her through the aftershocks until her breath hitched and her legs began to quake again.
Then, just like that, another orgasm slammed into her, fiercer than the last.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and breaking, lost in the raw, endless pleasure.
Adele had had lovers before, but most men never prioritized a woman’s pleasure like this. They all assumed the big D in the hole was the ultimate prize. Sure, Adele liked penetration, but being eaten out was the real prize for her.
And now, Micah was giving it to her exactly the way she liked it. Even more.
Goddess, she could die peacefully.
The man was wicked with his tongue. Maybe... maybe giving in to the mating fever wouldn’t be so bad after all.
No! Adele jerked her head, as if shaking the thought loose. This was a dream. Just a fever dream.
But as if he’d read her mind, Micah suddenly switched his game.
"Oh my God! Micah!" Adele screamed.
Somehow, his tongue hardened and slid deep inside her.
Goddess help her. That was pure diabolical. And yet, it felt so damn good.
Micah thrust his tongue in and out, slow at first, then deeper, dragging and licking along her slick channel.
"Micah... please..." Adele whimpered, shaking. She was so sensitive now it bordered on pain, but it was the kind she craved.
But he didn’t stop. Not until her body couldn’t take it anymore and she shattered, white-hot ecstasy exploding behind her eyes.
Then Micah slowly withdrew his tongue, only to drag it back up her slick folds, savoring every trace of her release like a man starved. He didn’t waste a drop.
Above him, Adele could only mewl and shudder, her body limp and trembling, utterly wrecked and wholly satisfied.
Then the chains vanished, and she fell straight into his arms. Micah caught her effortlessly. Adele’s eyes were heavy-lidded, while he grinned down at her like the devil who’d just won.
Micah purred, his voice a low vibration against her skin, "You taste like dark honey laced with spiced cinnamon. Sweet, heated, and dangerous."
Then his eyes turned darker, almost gleaming. "You should run now."
"What?" Adele was in a daze.
But before she could get an answer, darkness fell over her like a curtain.
And she woke up to reality.