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“You taste so good,” he growled, catching the drops of blood before returning to my lips, crashing into me.
His tongue wrapped around mine, trapping the flavor of iron between us. He sucked on my bottom lip, drinking me in, and it fried my brain.
Because he didn’t treat me like one would a figurine of glass. No, he just completely, utterly, absolutely, beyond any recovery, ruined me.
And all I wanted was to roll around in the wreckage with him.
“Zion.” He laid a kiss on my left lip corner. “Zion.” My cheekbone. “Zion.” My under eye. “Zion.” My forehead. “Zion.” My nose. “Zion.” My temple. “Zi?—”
“Gedeon.”
His glare widened my grin.
“You can save the seventh time of saying my name for another time. It’s my turn now.” Gripping his lower ribs, I flipped us. The mattress bounced from our weight, and our gazes snapped to Kali.
But slumber had hidden her under its wing, and her eyes remained shut. I tucked the loose corner of the duvet around her anyway. She always awakened if her nape became exposed.
“Wait here,” I whispered to Gedeon as I hopped off the bed and headed to the kitchen. The chill from the rubber handle seeped into me as I located my knife on the floor.
The two sconces by the door bathed our house in a dim glow, but I ignored the switch beckoning me to turn off the lights, lest one of us needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Easier to navigate the unfamiliar terrain if you could actually see where you were going.
The mattress sunk under my knees as I crawled back to Gedeon and straddled his hips. His cock wasn’t exactly soft, and my snicker earned me a quirk of his eyebrow.
He hooked an arm behind his head, his bicep bulging. “Something you want?”
I positioned the tip of the knife right over his heart. “Maybe.” The blade scraped a pink trail as I drew a horizontal path. “Are you offering?” The honed edge ghosted over the curve of his nipple, not cutting but not caressing either.
Two lines deepened above Gedeon’s nose. “Zion.”
“I like the sound of my name on your lips,” I divulged the secret I’d buried for so long it had verged on festering.
His pectorals rose, lifting the knife, and I gripped the handle firmer to keep the blade in place. The sharp tip punctured where his brown skin darkened into a richer shade, and his hiss accompanied the red droplet pooling around the steel.
“I wonder if I’ll like sucking the life out of you.” Discarding the knife on the pale wood bedside table, I closed onto his injured nipple.
The sweetest note of iron flooded my senses as I sucked on the tiny wound, his blood as rich as I’d imagined. I could feed off of him.
He seized my hair. “Fuck.”
“I don’t think that’s my name.” I pressed the flat of my tongue over the hardened bit of flesh and slowly dragged it up, eliciting a rumble out of his chest. “That wasn’t my name either.” Sitting up, I dabbed the shallow cut and then licked the dot of scarlet from my finger. “So I guess that means we’re done for tonight.”
Throwing myself off him, I purposefully brushed his cock, from the base to the crown. His not-exactly-soft state had become a full hard-on.
“You cannot be seriously considering going to sleep now.” Gedeon stared at me failing to find a comfortable position on the unbelievably flat pillow.
I shrugged the best I could. “Well, we have to be up in five hours for our ride home, so yeah, I am.” Snuggling closer to him, I bopped his nose. “You should too. Can’t have you driving into a ditch because you dozed off.”
“I have never ended up in a ditch.”
“A tree then.”
“Never happened.”
“I was in the car with you, Gedeon.” The rear-view mirror had reflected the oak in perfect clarity. Witnessing his groggy ass forget to check his surroundings when switching gears to reverse had become the highlight of that day.
Maybe even of the week.
