“I don't ever want you to be so scared that you have to run,” Gideon says, his voice dropping an octave. “I won't let anyone else touch you unless you want them to.”
I shiver.
He smirks, cupping my bare ass in one of his big hands. Immediately, my body gets ideas.
“Good god. How can I be ready to go again?” I ask.
He grins, shifting his hand until he's cupping me exactly where I need him.
“You're not human. This is pretty standard, baby.”
Gideon kisses my lips with a gentleness that takes my breath away. Then he slips two fingers back inside me. He gradually works me back to the edge with his hand as we make out.
When I finally explode, it's slow and intense, and I'm shocked to see that I've soaked the bed. We both stare down at the mess, me with mortification and Gideon with heat burning in his golden eyes.
“That was?—”
“Fucking incredible,” he interrupts me.
Gideon scoops me up and hauls me to the bathroom. Like his bedroom, it's clearly designed for a bachelor. There's no hand towel or conditioner in sight, but thankfully, it appears to be clean. My survey of the room is interrupted by Gideon dropping me on the counter. I hiss when my bare ass hits the cold marble of the sink, but then I'm hissing for another reason when he kneels down and starts eating me out again.
The moment I notice what he’s doing, my entire body turns red. He’s not just trying to get me off... No, he's cleaning me up. This gorgeous, cuddle-obsessed man is licking all the juices from my thighs and pussy like he can’t stand to waste even a drop. The realization sends me hurtling straight into another orgasm.
I'm so sensitive now, I don't think I can stand more. When I grab onto his curls and yank his head back forcefully, Gideon grins up at me. He’s crouched between my legs, while I sprawl naked on his counter. He looks enraptured, and I feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt before. It's the most hedonistic thing I've ever seen. I don't even need to look in the mirror to know my eyes are purple yet again.
I slide off the counter, suddenly desperate to make him feel just as good. I turn the spray of the shower on, wait for it to heat, and then push him under the water. He's double my weight and more than a foot taller, but he follows my lead without complaint. It makes me melt. As warm water rains down on us, I lose another piece of my heart to him.
I kiss him eagerly, while my fingers map the hard ridges of his back and the chiseled grooves of his abs. He’s strong, but with each touch of my hands, I take him apart. Now he’s the one trembling.
Falling to my knees, I wrap my lips around his cock. I have very little experience with this and he’s massive, so I can't fit him all in my mouth. But his groans still make me feel like I'm doingan amazing job. I wrap my hand around the base and swirl my tongue around the tip, reveling in the sounds he makes.
A grunt here, a gasp there, the tightening of his fingers in my wet hair.
Looking up into his eyes, he takes my breath away. Gideon’s eyes are glowing, his jaw is clenched, and his head is thrown back with pleasure—he’s stunning. I feel like I'm making love to a living, breathing work of art.
Gideon taps my head in warning, but I'm not going anywhere. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him to the back of my throat with one final push. He comes with a shout, tugging sharply on my hair as he finds his release. I rock back on my heels and catch my breath. But it’s not long before he yanks me to my feet and presses a deep kiss to my mouth.
When we both pull back for air, he slumps against the wall.
Laughing, we wash each other's hair and bodies as fast as possible in water that's gone tepid, then frigid by the end. When we finally step out of the shower, Gideon wraps me in the only towel he can find, choosing to stand naked as the day he was born, dripping and shivering from the cold.
Who says chivalry is dead?
I catch sight of my violet eyes in the mirror and think back to his earlier explanation. I do feel like my true self is closer to the surface. After spending so many years hating all the things that made me different, it’s a happy realization.
My heart thumps joyfully in my chest as I follow him out of the bathroom.
Maybe everything is going to be fine.
CALLUM
Sheena and Gideoncome downstairs around lunchtime holding hands and smiling at each other. I expect to feel jealous, but seeing them both happy after last night’s explosive mess unravels the knot in my chest.
“I put a lasagna in the oven about an hour ago,” I tell them. “It should be ready in a few minutes.”
As if on cue, Sheena's stomach growls loudly. She chuckles, putting her hand over it. “Thank you.” She pauses before meeting my eyes. “I’m going to let Ciprian know I'm okay, then I'll come eat.”
I fight to keep any reaction off my face at the mention of my brother.Troublesome little shit.My poker face must be pretty good because Sheena just smiles softly at me before going out to the porch and curling up in a chair out there.
