Page 92 of A Simple Truth (the Freckled Fate #2)

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GIDEON

T he desert storm was catching up with us faster than I had expected. Strong gusts of wind frayed the sand ahead of our steps. The small village we had scurried towards was already asleep, not a soul walking the streets, not even a flicker of light behind the tightly shut windows and doors.

“There. That one is abandoned.” I pointed to the tiny, red clayed house on the outskirts of the settlement.

“Do you think they have scorpions here?” Finn asked as she stood by the door, afraid to take another step into the dark space.

“Probably,” I replied, breaking the sand-jammed lock and entering first.

“That’s ver-y-y-y helpful.” Her voice grumbled behind my back, making me hide my boyish smile. She took a few careful steps inside. The place was just as simple as it looked from the outside; buried half into the ground, with clay walls and floors, with only a couple of windows in one giant room. I worked fast to barricade the broken window shutters with the scattered rubble on the floor.

Finn wandered in the darkness around the room, clearing the spiderwebs and dirt, while simultaneously threatening whatever scorpions that resided here to go away and not sting her bare feet, lest she burn them all into ash.

A wooden barrel cracked loudly as I broke it into pieces. Finn sharply turned at the abrasive sound to glare at me.

“What was that for?” she snarled.

“You’ve never been in a desert storm before, have you?” I broke off a few more pieces of wood. “We will need heat. It’s about to drop to freezing temperatures when the storm gets here. I might not be able to summon fire, but that doesn’t mean you have to freeze,” I huffed, throwing a few more pieces into the corner near the small, brick chimney. She narrowed her eyes on me but didn’t say anything, soon returning to scavenging the place.

“Look at that!” Finn grabbed a few large, moth-eaten blankets from an old, corroded chest in the corner. She frivolously shook them a few times, clearing any critters before laying them flat on the ground by the brick inglenook.

The dry lint and tiny wood chips ignited with flames from the small sparks caused by my blade and a stone. I chucked small logs into the growing fire. Finnleah took a seat by the heat on the thickly layered blankets, welcoming a bit of warmth as the storm brashly crackled through the sky outside, announcing its arrival.

The sandstorm was loud, but not as loud as my beating heart. I broke a few more pieces off the other old, scattered barrels, prepping a bit more wood for us to burn. My eyes secretly gawked at her as she leaned back on her arms, staring into the blaze, little flames reflecting in her eyes. Her hair was still a bit wet, clinging to her neck, the small drops of water lazily soaking into her shirt—into my shirt. The shirt bunched up a bit at her muscled thighs, exposing those irresistible, alluring legs.

I ran my hand across my chin, scratching a bit of stubble, as my perfidious thoughts pointed out precisely how much of nothing she wore underneath. My cock immediately returned to its previously hardened position; a motion now almost painful after staying this way for half the damn night with no relief.

Finnleah caught my heavy gaze as she tilted her head to me. Her eyes wrinkled with a soft smile, and she patted the blanket, motioning me to sit near her.

I obediently listened.

Just when I was sitting next to her, she moved, now kneeling behind my back. My face flashed with confusion as I turned to question her, but she gently pushed my head back towards the fire, her hands landing on my exposed back, her fingers massaging my sore neck.

Gods, it was divine.

I stifled a groan as she dug deep into my muscles, making them so relaxed, almost limp, as I hunched over. She startled as loud thunder roared outside and the brutal gusts of wind rattled the poorly barricaded shutters. But her warm hands returned a moment later, moving down my back, my shoulders, my arms. I willed my breaths to steady, though they remained jagged and uneven as her touch became slower, now just tracing her fingers up and down my back, my sides, my arms. I closed my eyes, attempting to ease my pounding heart, as her steady short breaths gently brushed against my bare skin. But then I felt her lips on my shoulder and my whole body shuddered.

“Finn…” I uttered a whisper mixed with a moan. “I...”

“Shh…” she hushed, her luscious lips trailing my neck and my shoulder while her hand slowly moved down my stomach until she reached…

“Fuck...Finnleah.” I grabbed her hand, with one swift motion twisting her around, until she was in front of me, right in my lap. Her eyes, full of desire, met mine as I said the words that cut me alive. “I can’t do this, Finnleah. You know I can’t. I want more than this.” I swallowed hard, each word more jagged than before, as the air ran out of my chest. “And believe me, I want this ?” I motioned with my eyes down at her perfect body. “?more than a nything . But it will never be enough for me.” My voice turned into nothing, as my body physically hurt at my words. Her eyes stared into mine as she placed her hands on my face, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched.

“I know, Gideon. I know...” she started, landing a soft peck against my lips as my stomach twisted into knots. “I understand. I know you want more than this…I know, because I want it too. I’ve been so ignorant and blind for too long…but no more.” Her lips tenderly brushed against mine, sending goosebumps all over my skin. “You once said that I chose fear over you…But Gideon?” She pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet as she held my gaze. “I want you to know that I choose love over fear. I choose future over past. I choose hope over despair. And I choose you, Gideon.”

She landed another kiss, repeating the coveted words that I had dreamed of hearing; words that freed my tortured soul.

“I choose you, Gideon. Now and forever.” Her voice turned into a fleeting whisper even as my mouth landed on hers once more.

“Forever?” I asked, still not sure, still not quite believing that this was my reality and not a delusional dream. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against my frenzied body.

“I promise to choose you every single day for all of eternity and after,” she whispered back as her hands gently ran through my hair. “And I always keep my promises.” Her lips stretched in a sensual smile.

“And I choose you, Finnleah. Now and forever,” I breathed. Both of us lost in each other’s kisses, even as they rapidly turned from soft and savoring, into frantic, passionate caresses while our tongues intertwined. My hands obeyed the deep burning desire inside of me as they traveled across her body, feeling every inch of her impeccable figure, my fingers sinking into her upper thighs as I gripped them.

Gods, these fucking thighs .

Then, before I could even conjure a thought, my hands moved higher, sliding beneath her shirt to grab her bare ass. My cock pulsed painfully, even as my entire body tensed at the feel of her skin against my hands. Yet, still, it was not enough. It was never going to be enough.

Without breaking my mouth away from hers, I wrapped my arms around her, twisting her with one swift motion underneath me.

“You choose me, but the important question, Finnleah, is do you want me?” I asked as my eyes devoured her body, my shirt raised up her legs, twisted and bunched up, so close to exposing her core to me. My heart raced against my chest and my eyes lingered on her, waiting for her reply.

“Yes. All of you,” she confidently nodded, her voice turning low, seductive. Before I could say another word, she raised herself up enough to pull the shirt over her head, revealing her bare body. My knees buckled at the sight as the flickers of small, crackling fire illuminated her perfect lines, my body immediately forging a desire I had never known before; desire that blinded and devoured me entirely.

“Are you willing to beg for it?” I taunted her, even as my cock twitched at the look of her teeth grazing her bottom lip, mischievously smiling at me, her cheeks flushed.

“Do not push your luck, Bellator,” she said, her voice turning wickedly hot, as those emerald eyes shimmered with iridescent beauty.

“Yes, my queen.” I laughed, stealing a long-drawn-out kiss from her perfect lips, her body arching with a deep need beneath mine.

My mouth trailed down her tender neck, unsure if I was breathing any longer. But even if I wasn’t, it didn’t matter. She was my air, she was my sustenance, and life. My lips moved lower as my hands trailed down her small, perky breasts, greedily grabbing them as my tongue subtly brushed past her nipples, making them taunt, my mouth gently enclosing around them only a breath later. She let out a ragged moan at the motion, feeding that insatiable hunger that awoke within me.

“But yes, for you, Gideon, I’d beg.” She whimpered at my touch.

“Good,” I replied as my eyes darkened, reverently observing even the slightest of her movements, getting drunk on her celestial beauty.

Whatever restraints I had, snapped at last, as she pulled me closer for a heated kiss, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth, burning ache consuming every thought and fiber of my being. She shifted, opening her legs wide for me, my fingers trailing a path up her inner thigh until it reached her perfect, heated core.

Fucking heaven and hell … A groan escaped my mouth. She was soaked , dripping. All for me …

Fuck, I had to stop thinking about that because I’d come simply at the fact that my hand was sliding down her sex, my fingers rubbing her with a light touch.

I wanted her more than life itself. I would die for this. I would easily trade anything for this.

Though her eyes were closed, mine were wide open, observing, drinking in her every move, even as her body curved at my touch. She moaned, desiring more, and my cock throbbed in almost agonizing pain at that sound, my balls tightening, ready to burst, but there was no more pleasure in life than watching her lose herself at the trade of my hand. I lowered my lips down to her body, covering her chest, her stomach, her shoulders, with lustful, eager caresses.

“More,” she uttered as her mouth opened wide, filling up the heated room with hypnotizing sounds. “I need more,” her voluptuous lips demanded, and I obediently slipped another finger inside. I lowered my lips to hers, stealing those jagged, heated noises that escaped her mouth. My hand now moved faster as my mouth lowered to her breasts, my tongue not giving her a single moment of reprieve as her body tensed, little goosebumps prickling her skin.

“I want you inside me, right now .” She demanded. My eyes watching her deliriously, devouring her, while my hand cupped her dripping pussy.

“Beg,” I ordered her, even as my own body throbbed with a thrilling sensation.

“I’ll do anything you want me to. But I need you inside of me right now , Gideon,” she commanded, though quickly throwing in a pitiful, “ please .” And truthfully, I wasn’t sure which one turned me on more: her demand, or her begging, or the way her body flailed at my touch. But it didn’t matter.

“That’s a good girl,” I hushed, her eyes pleading with such undeniable need that she could turn me immediately into ash. I twisted above her, positioning my thick, hardened cock at her entrance.

The air caught in my lungs at the feel of her at the tip of my length.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

And yet, my heart paused.

Are you okay? she silently probed as eyes paused on me with kind concern.

“There is no turning back after this, Finnleah. You can still say no if you’re unsure.” My eyes anxiously raked over her, my thoughts and words jumbled within. “I never want you to look back to this day regretting your choice.”

“ Gideon …” she spoke softly, landing a gentle kiss on my extended arm near her face. “A hundred years from now, I’ll look back to this day and the only thing I’ll regret is not fucking you earlier in the desert,” she purred, soothing my worried heart.

“You did want to fuck me in the desert, didn’t you?” My face lit up with a smug smile as I dragged the tip of my cock up and down her soaking core.

“You have no idea,” she replied, her gaze filling up with the darkest craving.

“Forever?” I asked once again, as thunder and lightning boomed outside, rattling the dust in the air while we stared into each other’s eyes, into the depths of our souls.

“Forever.” She nodded, and I let go of my restraint. Her eyes watching my cock plummet deep within her core, filling her up entirely.

“Are you okay?” I asked, freezing my movements a moment after.

“MUCH better than okay.” She bit her lip.

“I need an actual answer, Finnleah.”

“Yes, I am good.” She reassured me, her eyes radiating in the dimmed room, then, she hungrily added, “Now fuck me like you’ve never fucked before.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.” I stole a kiss from her, then grabbed her wrists with one quick motion, my one hand holding them down as my other traced her perfect body, reaching her ass, gripping it possessively. My whole body moved as I thrusted deep within her, at first slow, then faster, and faster. Soon, releasing her wrists, I held her hips up, fucking her harder, my other hand pressuring her clit, rubbing it tightly.

My entire body and soul yearned for her. My cock expanded past its limits as I watched her tits bounce with each movement.

“I am close,” she cried out. “Oh, I am so fucking close.”

And fuck, so was I, but I pushed those thoughts away as I continued fucking her perfect pussy, wishing I had more hands, as my mind was frustratingly torn between grabbing her breasts, or holding her neck, her ass, her wrists. Gods, I wanted it all.

“I want you to come inside me. And I want you to get off just when I get off. I want it together. At once,” she commanded between her heated breaths, and I groaned, those words almost putting me over the edge, as I fucked her more.

“Anything you fucking want, my love,” I promised, my voice dropping into a low, deep murmur.

Her hands clawed above her, her body eager to explode at my touch. “Fuck, oh Gideon, oh fuck .” She cried out as her body trembled, her orgasm triggering my own release with those soft spasms that I felt around my cock. I groaned loudly as seed poured out of me, into her, as I pushed my hips tighter against her sensitive, swollen core. Waves of previously unknown depths of pleasure rolled through my body.

Fuck, I had had sex before, but this…no, today was nothing like I had ever experienced. It was like I was thirsty my whole life, only now tasting water. As if only now I could fully breathe; only after today, life gained meaning.

I was so in love before, but now? There was such a bond between my soul, my body, my mind and her, that even if I somehow forgot my own name, I would always and forever remember hers.