She flushed deeper. Started to turn her head.
I caught her chin. Forced her eyes back to mine. "Don't hide from me."
Her lips parted. A protest died unspoken when I lowered my mouth to the mark on her neck. Pressed my tongue against it. Felt her pulse jump.
"Mine," I growled against her skin.
Not a question.
A statement.
A claim she'd already accepted by coming back.
Her fingers threaded through my hair. Not pushing away. Pulling closer.
"Yours," she breathed.
The word shattered what remained of my control.
I stripped off my own clothes with shaking hands. Kicked them aside without looking. Settled between her legs. Felt her heat against me. Nearly came undone from that alone.
She wrapped her arms around my neck.
Legs around my waist.
Pulled me down until nothing existed between us but skin and breath and the truth neither of us could deny anymore.
"Don't stop," she whispered.
I had no intention of stopping.
Not tonight.
Not ever again.
Her back arched off the bed the second my mouth closed around her breast. A gasp tore from her throat, fingers clutching my shoulders like she needed something to hold onto. I swirled my tongue over her nipple, feeling it harden against my lips, and the taste of her—salt and warmth and something uniquely Belle—went straight to my cock.
My fingers found her already wet, already ready. She was so fucking responsive, every touch drawing another broken sound from those perfect lips. I slid one finger inside her slowly, then another, curling them just right. Her hips jerked up, seeking more, and I growled against her skin.
"Gideon—" My name came out as a plea, her voice thick with need.
I bit down gently on her nipple in response, just enough to make her whimper, before soothing the sting with my tongue. My fingers worked deeper, finding that spot inside her that made her legs tremble. She was tight, so tight, her body clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.
"Look at me," I demanded, lifting my head just enough to meet her gaze.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed, but she obeyed. I wanted her to see me when she came apart. Wanted her to know exactly who was making her feel this way.
I crooked my fingers again, pressing harder this time, and her breath hitched. "That's it," I murmured, watching her face. "Let go for me."
Her nails dug into my skin as I added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her. She was so close—I could feel it in the way her muscles tensed, in the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
"Please—" she begged, her voice breaking.
I didn't make her wait. I rubbed my thumb over her clit in tight, relentless circles, my mouth returning to her breast, sucking hard as I fucked her with my fingers. Her body bowed off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat as she came, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers, milking them.
I didn't stop. Kept working her through it, drawing out every last shudder, every gasp, until she finally collapsed back against the mattress, boneless and breathing hard.
Only then did I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth. Her taste exploded on my tongue—sweet, intoxicating. I groaned, my cock aching with the need to be inside her.
