“Pardon? I can’t hear you.”
“I’ll be good. Just let me come!”
“That’s myverygood girl.” Gideon’s hand goes around my neck, angling my head up to devour my mouth as he turns the vibrating cone up high and plunges it against my awaiting clit.
My orgasm bursts from the well of my stomach, fire racing along my veins. I strain against the tie as my body jolts. Gideon wraps one arm protectively around my waist, his lips never leaving mine. He swallows my scream withfartoo much satisfaction.
He doesn’t remove the cone, but moves it across my clit again and again until I come a second time with several hard, shuddering spasms that eventually recede into an unfamiliar warmth in my stomach and thighs. But it’s nothing compared to the warmth in a pair of cobalt eyes as they regard me with awe.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me.” Gideon pumps the toy in and out of me, driving me towards a third orgasm. But just as the wave of pleasure begins to crest, he abruptly pulls the toy out, letting it fall on the floor.
I whimper. “I was so close.”
Gideon crushes his lips to mine as he kicks off his trousers. Next are his boxers. His cock springs free. He’s as long and hard and beautiful as I remember, his tip purple and glistening with precum.
“Youare close?” he groans, taking himself in his hand as he kisses a trail of fire along my neck. “You need this? You have no idea what need even is. You like this… alive and perfect and all wrapped up for me like a gift – it’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s the wish I fall asleep to and the dream that wouldn’t die. We’re not soulmates, Arabella. The gods didn’t bring us together. Iwilledyou back to me. I knitted the threads of fate together with the sheer force of my desire to see you again.”
He squeezes my arse in his hands, pushing me up to deepen our kiss.
“You are insufferable,” I groan against his lips. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“Gladly.”
His hand on my arse grabs the string of my G-string and snaps it. He tosses the fabric away as if it offends him. He’s just ruined the most expensive square inch of Italian silk and lace, but I don’t yell at him. It did the job I wanted it to – it brought Gideon Blake to his knees.
Both his hands go beneath my derrière, lifting me and pressing my back into the pole. He wraps my legs around him. I lock my ankles together, bringing his hard cock against my bare pussy. I can’t help but stare down at the space between us, the place where we are almost joined, skin to skin and heart to heart.
And then Gideon’s hand is no longer underneath me but on my chin, a single finger lifting my head, forcing me to drown in those cobalt eyes.
In one firm stroke, he thrusts forward, and he’s inside me.
The century and a half between our last meeting and now narrow to a single point. I’d forgotten how good he felt, and I remembereverything. I remember the way he bites his lower lip when he’s fucking, and the way his body wraps around mine as if it’s a Worth gown made to my exact measurements.
I remember all the ways going to bed with Gideon feels like dancing, like losing myself in the music. His cock inside me is a symphony, his little groans an opera written just for me.
“Gideon,” I growl, and then his name is all I can say, over and over as his cock slams into me, stretching and taking and giving. “Gideon.”
Am I begging forgiveness? Am I demanding more? Am I saying goodbye?
“You said to Winnie once that you’re not chill,” he whispers against my lips as his hips buck against mine. “Lucky for you, Iamchill. Every time you say my name like that, I want to braid our bones together. That’s chill.”
“Oh yes, the chillest.”
The pole creaks as I hang my weight from my arms while Gideon Blake thrusts into me with all the force of a vampire coming undone. Sweat rolls down his cheek, gathering at the rumpled collar of the silk shirt he still wears. I slide my hands beneath it, feeling the hard planesof his body and the muscles straining and working as his cock does glorious things between my legs.
And then he thrusts his hand between us, pressing his fingers to my clit, stroking that sensitive bud until I see light behind my eyes.
“Give me another one, Arabella,” he purrs. “Come with me so I can feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you.” Gideon strokes my clit with those sure, experienced fingers. I squeeze my thighs around him, drawing him deeper, even though I’m worried that he’s too deep already, that he lives inside me now, and I’ll never be able to scour his memory away once he hates me for betraying him.
This orgasm doesn’t begin in a hollow place in my stomach, but in my chest. It’s a dull, warm pain thawing the icicles around my heart and spreading through my limbs as my body arches and contracts around Gideon. An otherworldly noise tears from my throat, and Gideon swallows it down as he moans his orgasm back at me.
We kiss and we hold each other as our bodies tremble, as he thrusts so deep that I see the cosmos, as his lips slip from mine but find me again. I taste blood and touch the sharp point of his fangs with my tongue and he touches mine and both of our lips are bleeding, immortal blood mingling, heightening the pleasure until it seems as if Gideon is correct and I must be a goddess, because I’ve made the earth stop spinning and invented a whole new level of pleasure hitherto unknown.
We reach that level again, and again, the hours falling away as Gideon looks up at me with eyes filled with worship.
Finally, I drop my legs from around him. I can’t feel my toes. We’ve moved to one of the velvet couches, and as he tightens his arm around me so I don’t slip off, I notice the time on his watch. It’s an hour past sunrise. I just have to hold on a little longer.
Gideon may have outlasted me before, but this time, I’ve used every one of my considerable tricks to wear him down. His arm weighs heavy across my stomach.
