Page 92 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

“Fucking…”

I slide two long, thick fingers inside her as my tongue strums against her, and her hips work in counter to my thrusting fingers and she gives a keening moan.

“... Good.”

I give her a thoughtful hum, as I lick, suck, and kiss every inch of her pussy.

I want more.

Rotating my wrist so that my fingers can curl inside her, Winnow strains against her binds as her body arches and she pants in short breaths. Still teasing her clit, my strokes against her G-spot intensify.

Her body draws tight, breath held, back arching, legs trembling as she goes silent for a few fleeting moments.

Almost there, baby girl.

It’s music to my ears, as the sloppy wet noises of her pussy increase.

Winnow finally cries out as her orgasm crests and her pussy gives pulsing squirts. The thrusting of my fingers slow as my tongue’s lashings soften. Her soft sighs and whimpers make my heart–and my cock–ache in equal measure as satisfaction suffuses me.

The moment her orgasm subsides, I sit back, admiring her as I liberate her legs of the soft red ropes before bracing myself on one elbow to pull her wrists free of her binds.

“You did beautifully, angel.”

Her lips capture mine with heart-rending tenderness as she drapes her arms around me and grazes my scalp with her nails, which sends goosebumps rising over my flesh as my cock aches to bursting. When her hips begin to writhe against me, I lower my mouth to her breasts, firmly squeezing so the flesh swells further and her pert nipples pout. Taking turns on each of them, I alternate between firmly sucking and gently flicking my tongue across them as my hips thrust my cock over her slick clit.

My movements are unhurried, I’m not chasing an orgasm–though that will inevitably, and blissfully happen. Whatever I do for this woman, it’s to make her feel loved, protected, and cared for. It’s to bring her unwavering joy and pleasure. I want herto feel that intention behind every unhurried stroke and caress, even when I’m fucking her hard and to the point of pain just on the cusp of pleasure—she’ll feel just much all of this is for her.

Lifting my head from her breasts, I shift to graze my lips against hers as I muster the courage to utter vulnerable words. We may besoulbound, but the concept is new to me and, outside of Beau and Levi, all other relationships in my life went up in flames–especially the ones that were supposed to be bound to me by blood, which only proved to me that such a thing by no means guarantees loyalty. What I have with this woman is completely and utterly irreplaceable.

“Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll always belong to each other… That you won’t give up on me. I promise it won’t be wasted effort. I’ll always honor you and do my best to give you everything that you need. All I need is for you to tell me when I fall short, so that I know when and how to do better.”

Winnow’s throat dips as her eyes glisten, revealing all the emotion mirrored in my own, as her hand reaches up to cup my jaw, caressing my scarred cheek with her thumb.

“I have only ever belonged to you, Gideon Kincaid. My soul and my fate are bound to you.”

That tether between us tightens and throbs with purpose as my forehead touches hers and slowly, my hips work my cock over Winnow’s clit in unhurried thrusts. Her full lips part as she pants her breaths, and her body begins to tremble again, telling me she’s ready for me to stretch her tight little pussy. I align my crown with her slit and my hips surge forward demanding entrance as my need for this woman soars to new heights.

My love for this woman is a wild and irrepressible thing that will not be quelled.

Winnow’s hips tilt as if in an attempt to capture more of me as her pussy squeezes me like a fist—as I inch forward one millimeter at a time.

Sitting back on my heels, our gazes drop to where we’re joined, and one of my thumbs returns to lazily stroking her clit as I continue to press forward—relishing the sight of my cock stretching her. She makes needy, desperate sounds as she wiggles her hips forward trying to take more of me and I reward her by sliding all the way home. Her head tips back on a breathy moan thatwhooshesout of her.

“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, angel?”

Winnow gives me a helpless nod.“Fuck, ferion, yes…”

My strokes turn firm and steady as I drape one of her legs over my shoulder and grip her hips, angling them upward so I can deepen my thrusts, all while maintaining my ministrations to her clit. Winnow’s nails dig into the muscle of my thighs as her back arches, thrusting her breasts forward, bouncing in counter to the force of my hips. I’m only vaguely aware that my canines are throbbing as her eyes roll back and I watch her be consumed by the pleasure I’m giving her. Her pussy spasms around me as the trembling of her legs returns.

“Eyes on me, Winnow baby.”

Her gaze snaps back to mine.

“I want your eyes on me and my name on your lips as you come on my cock.”

I can feel my own orgasm rising in sync with hers as the fluttering spasms of her pussy increase, making her that much tighter, her body determined to milk me.

“This body is mine, angel.”

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