The Sacrifice (The Covenant) by Azure Boone

and forever.
    She pulled his hair and twirled her hips. “I’m so sorry,” she cried.
    Micah pulled her down into his arms and kissed her, grabbing a hand full of silky hair and pulling hard. “You taste that?” He slid his lips all over hers. “You are mine. Only you. Only mine. Always.” He tugged her head back. “Say it.” The command hissed as he bit her shoulder blade then sucked it hard.
    “I’m yours. All yours. Forever.”
    Micah’s eyes clenched with the need to prove it. He brought his hand down on her ass with a loud smack.
    “Oh God, yes. Yes, punish me. Make me sorry.”
    Micah grabbed her jaw and stared at her. A desperate hunger shone in her eyes. To be dominated. Overpowered. Owned. By him. A heady dizziness took him. He’d felt her desire when he’d spanked her before, right alongside her terror. “You’ve been thinking about that?”
    “Yes, yes!”
    Micah kept his gaze locked on hers as he raked his nails down her neck then over her breasts, watching her wilt with passion. He left no area unmarked by the promise of absolute and irrefutable desire. And when he reached her pussy, he teased at her entrance with his fingers and at her mouth with his tongue, sliding along the silky softness until her sweet desperate begs drove him fucking insane. He finally plunged his finger inside her and brought his hand down hard on her ass, catching her sharp cry in his mouth. He stroked her tongue with his while jabbing his finger at her scorching hot core.
    Micah choked back his orgasm that threatened to overtake him with a fury. He’d never had a woman drive him to such a point. He’d never been pushed to such a succulent edge. He was the Executioner. In every respect, in every way. Always in control. Always distributing.  But this. Her. She was his perfect rival in every single thing. Her delicate moans were her war cry, his name on her lips her victory, and before he ever stepped foot on the battlefield, he was conquered. It was never if she’d defeat him, it was when, how fast, how good, and how fucking long he’d get to suffer that delicious wrath.
    She fought to get her mouth on his cock and Micah fought back, needing to regain command, to feed that craving he’d seen in her eyes. With her hunger out of control, she resisted him, and Micah wrestled her carefully to the floor until she lay face down, his body covering hers. She was reduced to breathless whimpers and Micah groaned, loving the feel of power she gave him, wanted from him. He pumped his cock against her ass, sliding it between her tight cheeks. She fought back with those delectable grunts that brought Micah to that sharp edge.
    “ Put your arms over your head.” He scraped his nails down her side, wanting to fucking eat her pussy till she came right on his tongue.
    Fear jolted him. “God, your shoulder,” he remembered.
    “I’m okay.”
    Her frail words had him worried and unconvinced as he knelt so his cock lay nestled between her ass. “Lace your fingers together tight.” Micah slid his hands softly over her back, making his fingers hard at her ass before filling his hands with the firm muscle. The need to lick and kiss the red marks was another testament of her power over him. And the need was all his. To heal and cherish. The strange new emotions intoxicated him.
    He worked her tight cheeks along his cock and watched her body heave with desperation and need. Watched the way she tried to look over her shoulder. “Get your knees under you and raise your pretty ass for my cock.” He resisted the urge to say can you. He would have to trust her not to do anything stupid.
    She continued with those unbearable whimpers and obeyed, lifting her ass high for him, arching the bottom of her back so that she was very much accessible. Micah stroked his hands over her hips. “You really… made me angry tonight, Sarah.”
    She gasped and cried out, knowing what was coming. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”
    He knew she was. “Are