Tightening his hold on my hair, he withdrew and glided back in, a tad deeper than before. “Just like that.”
His cock bumped against the back of my throat, choking me, luring my drool to follow him as he pulled out. A web of saliva trailed from my lips to his shaft, the visual enough for me to break his command of staying put.
Wrapping a hand around the base, I leaned in and licked the slit at the top.
His groan zapped me like high voltage.
“You are so perfect.” He caressed my cheek, his callouses scraping the raised scar running from my ear to my chin. “Perfection that belongs to no one but me and Kali.”
The reverence in his murmur broke me.
Leaping closer, I trailed a path from his balls to his tip with my tongue, taking my time in following a slightly protruding vein and circling around his crown, eliciting a rumble from him, so heavy my mind grew foggy.
A memory of how Gedeon had looked during the war popped up, and I surrendered to its call, drowning in its pits. Deep in the ruins of Ilasall, carnage had clung to him like a cloak. But gore couldn’t hide his beauty. No, it’d brought it out. The blood flowing down his neck, pooling in the hollow of his throat, the dip of his chin, the shade of crimson as dark as my intentions, had been pure allure.
The death’s paintbrush had drawn the most mesmerizing designs on his flesh, the matteness of caked blood such a pretty contrast to the gloss of fresh life essence trickling down his limbs.
A guttural noise escaped me, vibrating around Gedeon in my mouth, and he secured his grasp on my strands. Sucking earnestly, I hollowed out my cheeks and seized his hips. It was as much for me as it was for him. Throwing him a challenge often lit a spark, drawing him closer to losing control.
And whenever he did…
Things ended up being wonderfully messy.
“There’s a…bottle…in my backpack,” Gedeon gritted out, glancing over his shoulder. “Bring—” he cut off when I swallowed him, my throat contracting around his tip.
A scuff of sandals told me Kali had pushed off the car, and the following click signaled she was wriggling into the backseat to rummage in Gedeon’s bag.
Her shadow slunk across the blanket of grass before it fell over Gedeon’s abdomen, partially obscuring the scars creating a picture of battle on his torso. Stopping beside him, blushing, Kali held out a small bottle, half-full of clear liquid. “Here.”
Gedeon ripped me off him, much to my displeasure, and I lowered to sit on my heels, my toes digging into the earth to secure my balance.
Collecting the saliva off my bottom lip, I drawled, “My favorite treat.” I sucked my forefinger, savoring the last hints ofhim, and then smacked my lips. “I could eat you up.”
“You will get your chance,” Gedeon said as he took the sparkling-in-the-daylight container from Kali. “But only if you behave.”
She covered her mouth in hopes of muffling her snicker, the sound of her amusement so addictive, I wished I could taste it.
Only her mirth died as soon as it was born.
Her eyes widened from Gedeon taking in her state: her denim shorts unbuttoned and unzipped.
She’d clearly enjoyed the show I’d put on a little too much.
“Did you slip a hand in your underwear?” Gedeon asked as he unscrewed the cap. Liquid sloshed in the small transparent bottle, and the understanding of what was about to ensue coiled in my pelvis.
I had to resort to staring at the cloudless sky for my hunger to subside. My nails razed my thighs as I sought to find a new focus point, anything that wasn’t Gedeon preparing to destroy me.
“N-No,” Kali stammered as she fiddled with the hem of her cropped t-shirt. The loose, sky-blue fabric billowed in the wind, revealing a sliver of fair skin. “I didn’t.”
Walking right up to her, invading her personal space, Gedeon pinched her chin. “Remind me, what do I not tolerate?”
She stuck her thumbs into the pockets of her faded shorts. “Liars.”
“That’s right.” He tucked a stray strand behind her ear. “And what do I do when I catch one?”
Her belly moved with her quickening breaths. “Make an example out of them.”
“Precisely. So be a good girl, take those shorts off, and lay down on the grass.” He planted a kiss on her forehead, feather-light, soft, contrary to his usual self, and nudged her toward me.
