“Let me—” My nails dug into his upper back, without a doubt leaving indentations in his tattoos. “Go—” I cut off before I could say “Gods.” I was well aware of how that would bring me another lesson. Gedeon’s name had become a priority in my mind, his and Zion’s, the two names I could pray to again and again, and never say in vain. “Gedeon.”
He hummed in approval, his approach in snatching the speech from me as effective as usual.
“I wonder what it is that you want,” he drawled as I ground against his hand, crying out when he switched things up, the lack of consistency preventing me from falling apart.
He worked me up to the point I cared about nothing else but for the torment to end.
“Speak up.” He nibbled on my earlobe like it was the most scrumptious meal in the world.
“Please.” I’d already ceased caring about the bargain he sought to strike a while ago.
Gedeon sunk his digits deeper inside me, focusing on the small area that made me tense. “Please, what?”
“Oh— Let me— Let—” Everything climbed higher and higher, like the water retreating from the shore in preparation for the upcoming tidal wave. And you knew once it pulled you under, its overwhelming might would render you senseless. “Please,please, let me come.”
“Do you agree to the terms of our deal?”
Gripping the shirt at his back, scrunching up the cotton fabric, I vowed, “Yes, yes, I agree.”
“Then better be quiet.” He nodded toward the open window. “Or do you want the entire street to hear your screams?”
I shook my head in response. But there was no way I was going to be quiet. Not after the torture I’d endured so far.
“Good. Because your screams belong to us.” Gedeon positioned the heel of his palm on my clit, and I greedily moved my hips in search of just the right amount of friction. “Zion and I are the only ones who will ever revel in them.” He slapped a hand over my mouth.
I sunk my teeth into his middle finger. A hoarse groan rose deep from within him, and I bit down harder, the faint salty taste flooding my tongue. Drool gathered at my lip corners, but Iheld on to his flesh like a lifeline as the first sparks peppered my vision.
“Come for me, Kali,” he commanded. “Now.”
My muscles locked, and I ceased breathing—the world had combusted. I clenched around his fingers, each contraction prolonging the surges of pleasure. It rippled through me in a blazing manner, reducing my senses to ash. Content, I floated in the sea of them?—
Abruptly, Gedeon pulled his digits out of me, gripped my thighs, and hoisted me onto the counter.
I grasped his hair as he knelt between my spread legs, buried his head in my pussy, and began lapping me up like a man gifted a first meal in forever.
Whimpering, I tugged on his silky strands. “Gedeon.”
Seizing my thighs, he hauled me to the edge. “Mine,” he growled, as if it was a sufficient explanation for the fervor he was devouring me with. “All mine.”
It didn’t take long for him to turn me into a gasping mess overloaded with stimulation. “Too”—I pushed him away from me—“much.”
Groaning, he nibbled my inner thigh, destroying the sensitive flesh and creating another mark of his for me to bear.
I suppressed a cry as the sting intensified, but a feeble sound slipped out, nevertheless.
His eyes flicked to mine. Chest heaving, he rested his forehead right on the brand he’d left on me like a savage. “I want to crawl inside you and never leave.”
A giggle vibrated through me. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I don’t care.” He kissed the reddened skin on my leg. “Promise me that from now on, you won’t wear any other bruises than mine.” Rising, he cupped my face. “Promise me that even if you can’t forgive me, you will not let another touch you.”
Taking hold of his wrists, I teased, “Even Zion?”
“I told you before, it’s different with him.” Gedeon kissed my forehead, and my stomach did a double flip.
A howl interrupted our conversation as the wind found its way in through the open window. Chirps and songs of birds followed, breaking the spell Gedeon had put me under.
“I’m still mad at you,” I admitted. “More than you know.” I still struggled to wrap my head around his reappearance. About the lies. About the fact that Zion had known there was a possibility Gedeon was alive.
