Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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"I think I can help with that."
Michael's breath hitched as I leaned in closer, my lips barely brushing his ear as I whispered, "But first... let's take this somewhere a little more comfortable."
His eyes darkened with anticipation as I slowly slid out from under him, making sure to brush my body against his with a deliberate, teasing grace. The warmth of his skin against mine sent a shiver through me, and I felt his breath quicken. He swallowed hard, his gaze locked on me as I began walking toward the stairs. Each step was a deliberate sway of my hips, a silent promise to keep his attention firmly on me.
"Don't keep me waiting," I called over my shoulder, letting my voice carry a playful edge that I knew would only heighten his eagerness. The teasing smile on my lips was meant to both encourage and challenge him.
Michael stood frozen for a moment, his hands clenched into fists as he tried to regain some semblance of control. His breathing was heavy, and I could see the internal battle waging in his eyes-the fierce desire to bridge the gap between us and give in to the palpable tension that crackled in the air.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I glanced back, catching his eye with a sultry challenge. "Coming?" I taunted, knowing full well the effect I was having on him.
In a heartbeat, Michael was moving, his urgency palpable as he took the stairs two at a time, his powerful strides closing the distance between us with remarkable speed. Each step he took seemed to echo his desperation and fervor. When he finally reached me, his hands gripped my shoulders firmly, pulling me close with an intensity that made my heart pound erratically in my chest. His lips crashed against mine in a kiss that was both desperate and fervent, leaving no room for hesitation or restraint. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and need, his hands exploring my back with a fervor that matched the heat of his kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, he pushed open the door to our bedroom with one powerful shove. His body pressed against mine as he guided me backward into the room, the door closing behind us with a soft but definitive click. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the air thickening with an urgency that made everything feel more intense, more heated.
Michael's hands were quick and sure as they moved to the zipper of my dress. I arched my back slightly to grant him better access, my breath hitching as the cool air met my exposed skin. The sound of the zipper sliding down seemed amplified in the quiet room, each inch of the fabric falling away revealing more of me.
His hands were on me instantly, tracing the curves of my body with a reverence that made my breath catch in my throat. His touch was a mix of tenderness and fervor, each caress sending shivers down my spine. He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with a potent blend of awe and desire.
