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GIDEON

G oddamn it, she’s so beautiful. As if she can hear my thoughts and wishes to lure me forward, she gives a needy little sound and her hips give a tiny hitch forward as her pretty pink pussy winks at me.

It’s so perfect.

A shaft of pale moonlight shines from the window directly onto the bare, slightly puffy lips of her cunt. The pink folds within are barely visible, with the exception of the petite, glistening slit of her entrance.

The tight, puckered ring of her luscious ass is visible from between her cheeks, thanks to her leg being hitched so high up.

Fuck what I wouldn’t give to kneel beneath her.

My eyes lift to her face, and for a fraction of a second, I swear I see those flowers in her hair again.

Right beside a petite set of horns. The hand stroking my cock stills as I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image doesn’t return, and it’s way too dark to chalk it up to anything more than the dark playing tricks on my eyes.

I’m way too aroused to give it any more thought, and my stroking hastens as my heart pounds.

This woman could have horns, wings, and a fucking tail, and I’d want her just as badly.

Winnow’s hips give another small thrust as she exhales a soft sigh, slowing my movements.

What would she do if she woke up?

What I’m doing, by most standards, is wrong.

But with each passing moment that this woman remains in my house, this feeling settles deeper in my chest. The one that tells me she didn’t end up here by coincidence.

That somehow, some way, a god that I never put much stock in led us to one another.

And it gives me an increasingly irrepressible urge—one that never in my life have I felt toward another woman—that demands I mark her as mine.

Scarred as I may be, I know I’m not a bad-lookin’ man. I’ve had my fair share of women approach me in the last five years. And none of them have interested me.

Yet, since the moment I laid eyes on Winnow, it’s like everyone and everything that came before her has been rapidly dissipating until all that’s left is her, and some primal beast I never knew was there is confirming that this woman is indeed mine.

I don’t care how crazy this woman is or isn’t; I know I won’t find this connection in anyone but her. She and I belong to one another, and I’m going to hold onto her with both fucking hands.

The sound of a soft, barely-there snore emboldens me to sidle closer to her, but then her hips give a little wiggle again, beckoning me, making me wonder…

Are you awake, sweetheart? You need me to take care of you, but you’re too shy to tell me?

She lets out another gentle, needy sound that makes my fucking balls ache. My eyes return to the sight of her cunt, quite literally dripping with need, and it’s the last little shove toward her I need.

I hear you, angel.

The hand stroking my cock, lifts to gently trace the rise and swell of one thick asscheek with the back of my fingers. My eyes lift to check if she stirs. She remains still, her breathing steady as ever.

When I pass the inner curve of her upper thigh, I gingerly caress over the lips and slit of her pussy.

Goddamn it, she’s so fucking wet.

Winnow’s hips shift ever so slightly as she gives me a quiet moan. My touch gentles, waiting a few heart-pounding seconds to see if her eyes will open. If she’ll tell me to stop.

She doesn’t.

Teasing her slit, I carefully dip a fingertip into her entrance before I spread the lips of her pussy to caress small circles over the tiny nub of her clit.

My cock is so heavy with need for her that pre-cum drips in a long, clear, viscous string between me and the bed.

But fuck I want it on her.

In her.

I settle for wiping up every bit of pre-cum—strangely far more than usual—and smearing it over her ass before I return to stroking her clit.

Satisfaction and possessiveness fill my chest, along with an unfamiliar but wholly welcome sense of rightness.

You’re mine, angel. All fucking mine.

You just don’t know it yet.