This is part TWO of the same book under the same title.
Tora never asked to be a Lunos and he certainly didn't ask for three mates.
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As the weakest member of his house, Tora has always been a lone wolf. He's never been the smartest, the bravest...
^Ung I can't stop listening to this song and thinking of
what a beautiful couple Tora & Micah are^
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~Micah~
"Tora stop, what if- mmm. What if we ahhh...get caught?"
I moan in a breathy sigh across my husband's shoulder in the corner of the empty elevator headed to the top floor as I grip onto him for dear life with his two fingers inside my drenched designer pussy. Sensitive to his slightest touch as he's careful with my makeup and my dress while taking my body to his full advantage.
"Michi, you're about to be the most beautiful woman in the room and swarmed by hundreds who would bow on their knees to have a shot at your attention. But I only want you to think about me. Because at the end of the night when all is said and done, I'm the only one who gets to see what's underneath this pretty little dress," Tora whispers in my ear as the pleasure of my pulsing clit is rimming my climax.
"I'm all yours love, no one else compares," I sigh back hovering over his shoulder, careful with my lipstick until he hits my spot and I moan into the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Floor sixty-nine,"
The elevator warns us and Tora slips his fingers of his left hand from within me and I whine at the loss of his touch. Pulling my black lacey thong back in place before slipping his two clear slick covered fingers in his mouth while gently tugging my dress back down. Sucking them off with a shivering pop that sends shivers down my spine.
"Floor seventy,"
His right hand hooks around my waist as he tucks his left in the pocket of his sexy tailored burgundy tuxedo dress pants. He meets my lustful gaze which quickly becomes mortified when I see the red lipstick on his neck tattoo. I instinctually go to wipe it off, but he refuses my hand.
"Floor seventy-one,"
"There's no need to hide the fact that I'm in love with my amazing wife," He says and the elevator doors open to the flashing lights while I gaze at my incredible husband and wish this event ended just as quickly as it began.
The elevator is led out by a red carpet with the news held off by security and thin holographic ropes on one side. Tora and I pause for pictures with his hand falling to my lower back. With Tora by my side, I never have to fake a smile, I can only pray I don't look too frazzled from the short affair that led us here.
Thankfully there are no questions allowed at this event because I don't think I could say a word without my voice shaking, my mind consumed with the immense need to have Tora to myself.
Walking into the event for the opening of the new gallery, Tora was right when he said everyone's eyes would be on us. The second we walk through the door I can feel their eyes burning into my skin.
