Page 52 of Hot-Blooded Hearts


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My mouth instantly watered, eradicating the desert that had parched me senseless. I had discovered the pleasure in exacting control over my partners a long time ago. Usually, it was all about instinctual satisfaction—giving in to your basest urges. But having Zion at my mercy…

I could feed off the image of him for centuries. His inability to hold off, because ofme, it wired me up.

“Gedeon,” Zion growled. “I will kill?—”

He choked as I gripped him, licking the tip, enjoying the faint saltiness. His thighs tensed, and an idea of dragging this out bloomed in my mind.

“Do not move.” Releasing him, I shuffled to the edge of the bed. Patience had never been his strong suit, and I was set on pushing his limits now that I had him.

He hauled a pillow onto his face to absorb his garbled scream.

Kneeling on the hardwood floor, I took my time in removing his worn boots. His pants and underwear followed, each item of clothing sliding down his body slowly, unhurriedly.

I wanted him to squirm.

Rising, I smirked at him anxiously panting, on display for me, his knuckles white from how hard he clutched the pillow in an attempt to subdue his squirming.

“Are you just going to stand there?” He tossed the pillow at me. His chosen weapon hit my face, the softness eliminating any possibility of pain. “I swear I will?—”

I leaped onto him, catching his wrists and slamming them into the mattress. “You will what?” Nudging his legs wide open, I settled between his thighs and sucked on his earlobe. “Speak up, Zion.” My teeth grazed the tissue, heating it up, and a groan fluttered out of him. “Tell me your fantasies.”

“I want to tie you up in my chains.” His feet slid across the sheets as he bent his knees. “I’ve jerked off to you too many times to count. But I don’t want things to happen only in my head anymore.”

“From now on, you are not allowed to touch yourself. If you need a release, you come to me for permission. Am I clear?” I moved down his front, running my tongue over every single scar.

He rose on his elbows. “That’s not?—”

“Is that a no?” I paused, positioning myself to loom over him. “Are you really going to resist me? Because you are mine, Zion, broken or not. In shambles or whole.” I kissed the corner of his lips. “And only me and Kali get to decide what to do with you.Toyou.”

I needed him so wound up his mind would abandon him. Like that time in our shooting range, when he had dropped onto his knees and asked me to use him.

I was going to.

Morning, evening, day or night, I was going to map out the grooves of his body, from his ankles to his earlobes.

“Now, tell me what you want, and I might give it to you.” I left a trail of bites and licks all over his pelvis, but not where he wanted them the most.

His groans of frustration were pure bliss.

“Or do you want to beg and pretend this isn’t what you need, like Kali did mere minutes ago?” I flattened my tongue on theunderside of his base, dragging it up and then swirling around the tip. “Good thing I have missed this, or I would wait until you respond,” I remarked before starting to suck him.

His exhales stuttered, coming out all choppy, and he seized my hair, tweaking fistfuls of my strands. Whether his efforts were directed at keeping me in place or yanking me away remained unclear as he both pulled and pushed erratically.

Nevertheless, I savored the thorns of pain exploding across my scalp.

The weight of him in my mouth called for heat to drip down my back, wrap around each vertebra, and fry my sanity into a single piece of char—carbon leftovers that spelled out my craving to consume him, take him for myself, hide him from the world and protect him at all costs.

As his cock bumped against the back of my throat, his hips jerked. I reached for his chest, finding his abused nipple and pinching it right as I swallowed him fully.

“Ge—” He choked. “No— Stop, fuck, stop, hell,hell.” He yelled the safe word.

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GEDEON

Zion’s shout struck me like a whip.

Leaping off him, I scooched away, putting distance between us. He leaned against the headboard, his pants too shallow to invite any oxygen into his cells.