Page 77 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Gideon gives me a singular blink before his head tips back with laughter. The sound pours over me like a soothing elixir that sinks soul-deep, making every muscle in my body finally relax. When his laughter calms, the affection in his gaze is enough to steal my breath. He leans in, bringing his face closer to mine, and grazes the tip of his nose against my skin in that way of his that never fails to make heat blossom in my core.

“Have I ever told you how perfect you are for me, angel?”

My words are a breathy whisper against his cheek.

“You may have mentioned it.”

His lips graze mine, drawing a surprisingly slutty moan from my throat.

Gods, no other male has ever made me make these sounds.

Gideon gives a deep groan in reply as he captures my mouth with his. My arms wrap around his neck and in the next moment, his hands are gripping the heft of my ass and lifting me onto the kitchen counter.

Before I can think any better of it, I’m tugging his shirt up his waist, and he leans back to let me pull it over his head. The moment it’s airborne behind us, his mouth is on mine.

“No more secrets, angel. Understood?”

Fuck.

My heart is in my throat as guilt dampens my eyes, but I force it back because I don’t want this to end.

Not at any cost.

So I nod.

“I need to hear you say the words, angel.”

“No more secrets.”

Gideon hesitates for a moment as if waiting,knowingthat there is so much more I should be saying. Through our tether, I canfeelhis tension, as if he’s trying towillme to speak. With a growl of unmistakable frustration, his face nuzzles into my neck like it’s his home. I gasp when his jaws clamp down on the flesh at my nape, causing a tendril of arousal to lick through me.

My fingers seek Gideon’s hair to hold him to me as his teeth release me to lick and suck away the delicious pain of his bite. My nipples pebble beneath my shirt as a soft moan escapes me, and my hips give a needy thrust forward.

Gideon tugs my hips flush against his as he groans into my mouth. I’m dressed in nothing but a very pretty, flimsy pair of panties beneath his oversized t-shirt to separate me from the feel of his long, thick cock pressing so perfectly against me through his boxers.

Gideon wraps my hair in one fist to tip my gaze toward his. The want in his eyes is scalding, and I fear he’s only moments away from fucking me on this counter. As desperately as I wanthim to… I’m not ready to risk him changing his mind about me if I tell him who and what I really am. And despite our foreplay and the betrayed promise I just gave him, I can’t allow this man to give himself to me without knowing the truth.

My hands slide over the muscled plane of his chest and abdomen, my fingers sneak into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Gideon’s body goes rigid as my fingers curl around his heavy cock. My eyes dip between us, and his gaze follows mine, as my fingers stroke teasingly over the taught flesh.

Wrapping one hand over his crown and the other over his shaft, I lean forward to draw a ball of spit to the front of my mouth and let it drop directly onto the head of his leaking cock. My hands give twisting strokes, and I relish the slick sensation of spreading my saliva and his pre-cum over his thickly-veined, silken length.

Gideon lets out an unholy growl as his hips punch forward.

“Oh my fucking God…”

The fist in my hair tightens to match the grip he has on my right hip.

I can’t help the feline grin curling my lips as my eyes lift to his. Based entirely on thoughtless instinct, the words spill from my lips.

“You like that, Daddy?”

Sacred mother of fuck, who am I?

Gideon groans, eyes briefly rolling in the back of his head. “Angel, you’re better than all my fucking dreams come to life.”

You make me this way.

No male has ever inspired me to give so much of myself.

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