Page 110 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

WINNOW | ONE YEAR LATER

“Idon’t think I’ll ever get used to wearin’ shit like this,” Gideon calls out from the main area of the bathroom as I slide the tiny bullet vibrator inside me. A petite silicone bow remains pressed against my folds, as I peek my head out of my closet to look at the stunning figure my husband cuts. With his wings, horns, and tail out, he’s dressed in the finely tailored and vaguely modernized traditional Caerwynathian garb: a deep blue tunic, sash, and trousers with gold trim for Reginald’s ennoblement.

The only time he ever glamours his new daemon traits are when we spend time at his ranch in Terrenea, and even then it’s only on the rare occasion we have to go to town for supplies because his ranch hands are already familiar with our daemon forms.

“It’s only for a few hours,ferion. You can change back into your jeans or sweatpants when we get home.”

Our first child,and Trigger–who seems to have taken on the role of protector, guardian, brother, and playmate–are currentlybeing watched by his nannies while we prepare for and attend Reginald’s big day.

After Theia found us at Gideon’s, we finally had an open discussion and she decided to single-handedly change our kingdom’s laws so that Reginald could take my place as Duke. Reginald wept tears of joy when, after my recommendation, nearly the entire province voted unanimously in his favor.

So long as I remained as a Healer.

Now Gideon and I divide our time between my realm and his ranch, and I couldn’t have fathomed a more perfect solution.

Gideon calls out to me from inside our shared bathing chamber just outside our boudoir. “What’re you gonna wear, baby girl?”

Having changed dresses at least ten times, I’m still dressed in a pair of panties—crotchless ones I’m about to surprise him with, along with his favorite collar of mine–and one of his t-shirts I cut into a crop-top so it’s easier to breastfeed in. Iwillaway my brassiere, knowing how much he loves being teased with the sight of my nipples beneath.

“Nothing, yet.”

I step out from behind the door frame, eyes flicking briefly to my figure. Even a year later, my heart still flutters and swells with amazement at the sight of my returned wings. All thanks to this heart-rendingly beautiful male that is mysoulbound.

I’m also currently 6 weeks pregnant with oursecondchild—something that he doesn’t know yet.Gideon’s gaze meets mine and it turns scalding as his eyes devour me.

I’m still breastfeeding, so my bosom is even larger than usual, and as it is right now, they’re full and aching to be milked. Without the pressure of a bra, my nipples are already prickling with sensation, and a moment later, milk begins trickling down my breasts and onto my soft belly.

“Fuck, angel…”

Between work and our son, we haven’t had nearly enough time or energy to be intimate lately, so I’m going to take advantage of every moment I can.

Gideon turns to face me, and the fingers that were buttoning up his shirt are nowunbuttoningit as his gaze devours me. My eyes dip to the enormous bulge of his cock trapped in the leg of his trousers, making me salivate.

“It’s almost like you want me to be late to Regi’s ennoblement, naughty thing.”

“We’ve got at least an hour, and I don’t plan on being there a moment earlier than necessary.”

Wasting no time, I lower myself to my knees and begin unfastening his trousers. Gideon’s eyes hood with desire as his thumb follows the curve of my jaw and down my throat before his fingers curl around the collar, tugging slightly. His words are whispered with reverence as his eyes devour me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts…”

Tugging his trousers and boxers down, his cock bobs free. My hands curl around the long, thick shaft of him as I press a lush kiss to his top and lick away his seeping arousal. Holding his gaze, I give him a few teasing strokes before welcoming his crown into my mouth and I wrap my lips around it, laving my tongue across him with a moan of pleasure.

Gideon radiates both possessiveness and adoration as he stares down at me, sliding his fingers into my hair at the back of my head as he guides himself deeper into the back of my throat. His hips pump gently, testing my limits until I gag. Saliva floods my mouth as I swiftly pull away, leaving a thick string of spit trailing between us.

“Goddamn it, angel… I fucking love the mess you make.”

Wrapping my hands around his girth, I work his length, spreading my saliva over him as I begin to press wet, sloppy kisses along each and every plump vein until I reach the oozingslit of his crown. With a deep masculine groan of pleasure, the grip in my hair shifts to my collar as he tugs me forward to take him deep.

My hands continue to work over him, from tip to base in counter to the ministrations of my lips and tongue. When he pushes in deep, he squeezes my throat right as I start to gag again.

“Swallow against it and relax your throat, Winnow, baby.”

Following his instruction, I whimper my pleasure as his hips begin to thrust in earnest and he steadies my head by gripping my hair. Tears stream down my cheeks as our gazes remain unwavering.

The love and reverence shining in his eyes as he starts to come apart at the seams, revealing the soft side he hides from everyone else, and never fails to make me fall that much further for him, no matter how many times I have the honor of witnessing it.

“I fucking love you, angel.”

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