Page 82 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

“What will you give me if I tell you?”

He punctuates the question by lowering himself to one knee. Due to his sheer height, it only places his head near my diaphragm. This stunning male staring up at me from where he’s kneeling at my feet, makes me forget his question entirely.

His fingers return to my pussy, lazily slicking back and forth from entrance to clit. “Hm? What’re you gonna give me, sweet girl?”

My hips rock in counter to his movements, and I’m so wet that it causes honeyed noises to fill the still air. “Whatever you want.”

Gideon gives a deep hum of approval.

“I already warned you that I want all of you…”

Sweat beads on my forehead as the beginnings of my orgasm begin to rise already. “Gods, yes… I want to give you everything. All of me.”

Gideon pushes two thick fingers into my entrance and begins to thrust them inside me in long, gentle strokes that tease my clit with each pass. “I’ll hold you to that, angel.”

GIDEON

My need for her, to claim her,breedher grows exponentially each day, mingling with the burning frustration that she still hasn’t revealed whatever truth she’s still hiding from me. Every quiet moment we have together I’m tempted to force her to tell me. To tell her that I’ve already seen her horns and tail. Little signs of her magic. That I know she’s different in a way that I can’t even begin to fathom, and I am desperate for her to explain. I try not to be offended that she lied to me when I attempted to coax her into telling me, making her promise meno more secrets, but as time passes, that task becomes increasingly difficult. There are only a few things stopping me from doing just that, forcing her, but I’m terrified she’d try to run.

If the government got wind of some mythical being in our midst, I’d probably find a bullet in my head, and Winnow would be put in some government black site or SAP facility to be tortured and tested for the rest of her days, and I imagine she must realize that to some degree, which is what gives me pause. Patience.

I remind myself constantly that it’s only been a couple of weeks, and she merely has the wisdom to follow the same rule ofthumb in letting someone show you who they are before you just dive headfirst into life-altering agreements with them.

Like marriage.

Which I have, admittedly, been thinking about on the daily, nearly as often the roaring hunger to claim her.

The sight of Winnow tied up so prettily for me and her little pink pussy, dripping wet, and needy for me renders me unable to form words as myurgeto claim herall but takes over me. I manage an approving grunt as I withdraw my fingers to spread Winnow’s bare lips with my thumbs, giving myself unobstructed access to the pouty bud of her clit.

“So fucking beautiful,”are the only words I’m capable of forming before I begin to slake my hunger. My tongue laps ravenously over her clit before wrapping my lips around it and sucking. My hands shift to firmly grip each rounded globe of her luscious ass, pressing her more firmly against me.

Winnow whimpers and writhes beneath my ministrations, and when her body coils tight, I shift to return the index and middle fingers of one hand to her entrance, pumping in and out of her while pressing firmly against her G-spot. Yet again, perhaps with whatever bizarre magic she possesses, I can feel her rising orgasm being mirrored in me, but I fucking refuse to spill.

With a tremendous amount of focus, I manage to tamp it down as she cums, crying out above me as her body bucks.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuu?—

Winnow gasps and her pussy grips me like a vice just as her squirt reaches my tongue and trickles down her legs. These jeans will be ruined for the day, but I’m a happier man for it.

Gentling my strokes and my tongue, I ease her down from her orgasm before pressing kisses to her pussy, and the sensitive flesh where her thick thighs meet her hips.

“You’re my good girl, Winnow.”

Now and always.

WINNOW

Gideon stands, licking the evidence of my orgasm from his lips and the edges of his short beard. With a featherlight touch, he passes his fingers over my wrists. “Are you hurting?”

I shake my head honestly. “Not at all.”

Before he can question me, my eyes drop to the thick outline of his cock.

“Show me.”

Gideon quirks an eyebrow as he grows still. My throat works.

“Please… I want to see you.”

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