Page 62 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

At my hesitation, insecurity and doubt shadow Winnow’s gaze. All thoughts of my past are reduced to ash under realization that I’m the cause of this perfect fucking angel’s moment of insecurity, and there’s absolutely no way I’ll allow that to fly.

With my hands still on her waist, I guide her closer to me.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

Our lips graze as my thumbs at her waist gradually sweepup, up, upto tease the bottom swell of her breasts, and she lets out a needy little sigh, grinding down on my cock, when I finally tease the tightened peaks of her nipples.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon…”

“Yeah, baby girl?”

Winnow doesn’t respond. Lips parted, her hips continue to writhe against me, and I realize she’s holding her breath.

“Don’t forget to breathe, angel. I need you with me.”

She finally exhales on a moaned chuckle and retaliates by nipping at my bottom lip just as my mouth steals hers, and I continue to tease and gently tug at her nipples until she’s whimpering into my mouth.

Fuck me, if she doesn’t stop, I’ll be ready to cum in my boxers.

The cord I feel connecting us, flaring and pulsing with life, spurs me on. It’s like it has a will of its own and is urging me to impale her on my cock and fill her with my seed.

Among other foreign urges I’ve never experienced.

My hands slide back down to her waist to pull her more firmly against me so I can reverse our positions and lay her beneath me, but the moment my hands graze over her back, it reintroduces me to her scars.

Even with my calloused hands, I can clearly feel the stripes of raised flesh. In the same instant, Winnow goes rigid against me before attempting to guide my hands back to her waist.

I break our kiss to hold her gaze, and there’s a world of insecurity there, making my heart fucking shatter.

“Winnow, baby, I need you to understand something…”

Cradling her head in my hands, Winnow’s throat dips as I witness another flash of insecurity pass over her gaze.

“I want every part of you. Every scar, every blemish, every stretch mark, every curve, every secret, every perceived flaw… There’s nothing you need to hide from me. Nothing you could do, say, or reveal that would make you any less perfect than you already are for me.”

Her eyes search mine for several moments, and I watch as emotion swells in her gaze. Just as those first tears fall, her eyes slip shut, and I can’t resist capturing them for my own. I press a kiss to each one, licking my lips to savor the taste of her.

“Do you believe me, angel?”

Her glittering eyes open, and she nods, voice a tremulous whisper.

“I think so.”

“All I ask is that you stay with me, and I promise that soon enough, you’ll know so because I’m gonna spend every day proving it to you.”

A moment passes as she allows the truth of my words to sink in, and in the next, her lips are crashing down on mine. Unable to hold back, I groan my need for her as my tongue seeks hers. My hands grip the hem of her shirt to pull it off, and when she sits up, allowing me to pull it over her head, my breath catches at the sight of her heavy breasts, peaked nipples, and the generous, pretty, dusky pink halo around them.

Her lips quirk in a knowing grin as her eyes grow heavy-lidded. She cups the bottom of each breast, pressing them together in a way that is nothing short of debauched.

Already painfully hard, the sight of her like this makes my fucking balls ache with need for release. So much so, my dick is leaking a gooey mess.

My lips part in fucking awe as Winnow begins to tease her nipples, and my brain pretty much short-circuits when I watch her draw a ball of spit to the forefront of her mouth and slowly let it fall onto the tip of one peaked nipple.

“Oh my fucking god.”

Winnow’s sultry little grin turns feline as I remain mesmerized for all of half a second while I watch her saliva slide down her breast before I grip her and pin her beneath me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.”

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