Never had I been into allowing someone to take full control, but with Gedeon…it felt natural. Incredibly so.
The floorboards chilled my knees and hands as I crawled toward him. Shoulders dipping, hips swaying, my back bowed as I focused on my prize sprawled in a chair.
Foot by foot, I drew closer and closer, my balls aching, my mind muddled up after the harsh treatment he’d subjected me to.
Him leading me to the brink of bursting and then pausing, delaying the gratification, over and over and over again, had blanked out my thoughts and reduced me to a heap of basic instincts screaming at me to fuck someone, something, anything, just to?—
A hoarse sound ripped free from me. I was going to come right here and now if I kept wandering the hallways of my memory and reliving Gedeon squeezing me while Kali suffocated me between her legs, the taste of her as addictive as his.
Wound up like an animal, I approached Gedeon, the matte shine of his leather boots inches away from my face.
Slowly looking up, I licked my lips at the bulge in his pants. The list of my bedroom playthings was long, but not a single onehad stirred up a craving so deep. Or of doing anything to please them.
With the intensity of a blistering level, Gedeon’s gaze scorched a trail down my body.
“What is it that you want?” He cracked his knuckles, the popping so severe, it constricted my airway.
I shoveled oxygen into my lungs. “You.”
He caressed my neck, all the way down to my collarbone. “You are going to have to be more specific.” His palm seared an imprint as he rested it low on my throat.
Aware of how easily he could break my trachea, I sighed, the sound coming out all gravelly and rough.
I’d witnessed Gedeon crush our enemy’s windpipes many times, and godsdamnit, how delectable the view had always been.
I dug my nails into my spread thighs. “Let me get you off.”
His thumb drifted up and down my neck, winding me up even more. “Do you think you have earned it?”
The fantasy in his question wrapped around my dick.
Gedeon’s smirk promised malevolence. “Say ‘please,’ and I might feel lenient enough to show you mercy tonight.”
“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse—almost a whisper.
I’d become a supplicant praying to a higher power, to the man I’d desired for so long I couldn’t believe he was finally willing to play with me.
“Please,” I repeated, my nails surely puncturing my skin, the half-moon burns the sole thing keeping my sanity in check. “Please fuck my face.”
He released my throat, and I instantly missed the physical contact. His fingers manipulated the brass button of his jeans, plucking it out of the entrapment of the faded denim. All I wanted so badly was concealed by a short length of a zipper and a pair of black underwear, and?—
I leaped on him, smacking his hands away, yanking his pants below his hips, gripping his hard cock. The crown glinted in the faint illumination, and I yielded to the primal need to taste it.
As my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, he shoved my head down, seating himself all the way inside my mouth.
His groan was pure music to my ears as he stilled, shackling me in place. I swallowed his tip?—
And grew motionless.
I’d disobeyed him. He hadn’t allowed me to suck him. Not verbally.
Gedeon cursed, and I clutched his thighs harder. The artery in his temple bulged as he clenched his jaw so tight; it looked like it was going to fracture from him trying to keep himself from snapping.
And it wasmewho’d brought him to the brink of losing it by barely touching him.
His grunts stuttered as I twirled my tongue the best I could in my position, marveling at how he responded to such a simple thing as me licking an increment of him.
“Don’t you dare move,” he gritted out.
