Page 78 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Or to take so muchformyself.

I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like I do Gideon.

As if to emphasize his words, his hands shift to the backs of my knees and lift them so that my legs are spread wide with my heels resting on the edge of the counter. The position forces meto lean back on one arm and all I can do is hold my hand in a fist that he can fuck, lubricated by the notably preternatural amount of pre-cum he’s producing, and I can’t help but wonder if the bond between us has something to do with it. Within seconds, his pre-cum has made my hand a gooey mess and drips in thick strings onto the polished wood floor. The way the thick ropes of his muscles bunch and flex on each thrust forward, perspiration glistening on his chest and brow, as he ruts into my hand, is the most deliciously vulgar thing I’ve ever witnessed.

This man has me fucking salivating.

Gideon tugs the gusset of my undergarment firmly upwards, putting pressure on my clit in a way that makes me gasp. Through the thin fabric, his thumb passes back and forth over me from entrance to clit, never faltering despite my left hand working in tandem over his engorged length.

“Tell me who you belong to, Winnow. I need to hear from your lips who this pussy belongs to.”

My hips writhe, desperate for more friction, and he smacks my clit, drawing another whimper from me.

“You. Only you.”

“That’s my good girl. You want Daddy to make you cum?”

“Please.”

Satisfied, Gideon finally tugs the fabric aside and stares at my slick, exposed pussy as he growls a curse.

“All fucking mine.”

As if to prove his point, he summons a ball of saliva to his lips and the way he spits on my clit can’t be described as anything other than possessive.

Entranced, we watch his saliva slowly drip further down before his thumb sweeps the mess through my folds to circle the aching bud.

Whimpering, my hips thrust forward, and my stroking hands stutter.

“Sacred fuck, ferion…”

Gideon’s thrusts hasten, as he continues to caress steadily over and around my clit.

“When you’re ready to cum, I want you to hold me right here so that I can mark this perfect little pussy as mine. Understood?”

The idea alone has my eyes rolling in the back of my head, and my voice is reduced to little more than a whispered whine as his thumb strokes my clit to a rapidly approaching orgasm.“Oh, fuck—yes.”

The hand gripping one of my ankles shifts to lift my shirt over my breasts. The position I’m in has them squeezed together, but it also makes my belly more prominent. When I reach up to pull my shirt back down, Gideon grips my wrist, giving me an admonishing look.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Gideon’s palm lands on my belly, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“What part ofI want all of youdon’t you understand, angel?”

Gideon doesn’t let up from the unwavering attention of his thumb upon my aching pearl.

“I want to devour every fucking inch of you and you’ll fucking let me.”

My jaw slackens on a moan as my body winds tight and my core begins to spasm. “Fuck, Daddy, yes...”

At the last second, I remember to guide his cock to my pussy when my orgasm reaches its peak. Gideon’s cock gives pulsing jerks that shoot warm, thick ropes of his cum onto my pussy.

Gideon’s eyes lift from where he’s marked me to meet my gaze, the intensity of his emotion written in every line of tension on his face.

“Angel…”

My heart swells with emotion as our tether pulses with a need still unfulfilled. I can both see and feel everything I long to say swimming beneath his hazel eyes.

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