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GIDEON

A fter Winnow saw the letter from Seraphine, I was worried that she might start to act differently toward me. It would be completely understandable if she changed her mind.

Yet, days later, she’s still here.

Soon. I’ll tell her the full truth soon.

In the meantime, we’ve even developed a routine, and lying in bed reading with Winnow has become the highlight of my day.

Like the lovesick fool I am, I’m nearly buzzing with excitement by the time we’re both freshly showered and crawling into bed.

The same evening we went shopping, we stopped by a local pharmacy, where I bought her some toiletries and other feminine essentials.

When I climb under the blankets and pat my lap, I have a hairbrush in my hand.

She gives me a grin filled with adoration as she climbs onto her side of the bed.

“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

This woman never fails to make me smile.

“Only for you, angel.”

My cheeks heat at my admission. I’ve never been one for romantic declarations, but Winnow has revealed a side of me I didn’t even know existed.

Lifting the blanket to reveal the space I’ve made between my legs for her to lie down, I pat my abdomen to indicate she should lie with her head on my stomach.

Winnow’s expression softens as she takes the hairbrush from my hand, straddles my lap, and sets it on the bed beside us.

My heart kicks up to a steady, pounding thump as she settles that luscious ass of hers right over the heavy length of my cock.

Her hands roam over my bare chest and shoulders with a barely-there touch.

Her throat dips, and her brow pinches as if she’s working up the courage to say something.

So, I let her take all the time she needs as my hands slip beneath her shirt, curve around her soft waist, thumbs stroking idly.

We simply sit quietly, basking in one another’s presence.

“I want to be perfect for you, too.”

My heart jumps to my throat like it’s leaping for fucking joy. On the outside, I imagine I look like my usual stoic self, but on the inside...

I’m not merely falling—but fucking nose-diving, plummetting, crashing—into love with this woman.

And as terrifying as it is, I wouldn’t do a damn thing to stop it and why I’m still struggling to find a way to tell her the reality of my past.

“You already are perfect, angel.”

My eyes catch on Winnow’s throat doing a little dip as her brows pinch again.

The random hallucinations of Winnow having horns and a tail and flowers in her hair flash through my mind, making me chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure you could tell me you have horns and a tail, and you’d still be just as perfect.”

Winnow’s lips part as her eyes go round. “What makes you say that?”

I hesitate with a chuckle, shrugging. There’s no fucking way I can explain the hallucinations, so I settle for something just as honest.

“It’s just the truth, baby girl.”

Winnow’s brows pinch with emotion just before she lowers her face and brushes her lips against mine. “You’ve done nothing but take care of me since I got here. Let me take care of you for once.”

Fuuuuck.

I want– need –this woman like my body needs food and water for sustenance.

And seeing as how Winnow brings out the best in me, she also awakens my conscience. I can’t let her give herself to me without her knowing fully what she’s getting into.

At my hesitation, insecurity and doubt shadow Winnow’s gaze. All thoughts of my past are reduced to ash under realization that I’m the cause of this perfect fucking angel’s moment of insecurity, and there’s absolutely no way I’ll allow that to fly.

With my hands still on her waist, I guide her closer to me.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

Our lips graze as my thumbs at her waist gradually sweep up, up, up to tease the bottom swell of her breasts, and she lets out a needy little sigh, grinding down on my cock, when I finally tease the tightened peaks of her nipples.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon…”

“Yeah, baby girl?”

Winnow doesn’t respond. Lips parted, her hips continue to writhe against me, and I realize she’s holding her breath.

“Don’t forget to breathe, angel. I need you with me.”

She finally exhales on a moaned chuckle and retaliates by nipping at my bottom lip just as my mouth steals hers, and I continue to tease and gently tug at her nipples until she’s whimpering into my mouth.

Fuck me, if she doesn’t stop, I’ll be ready to cum in my boxers.

The cord I feel connecting us, flaring and pulsing with life, spurs me on. It’s like it has a will of its own and is urging me to impale her on my cock and fill her with my seed.

Among other foreign urges I’ve never experienced.

My hands slide back down to her waist to pull her more firmly against me so I can reverse our positions and lay her beneath me, but the moment my hands graze over her back, it reintroduces me to her scars.

Even with my calloused hands, I can clearly feel the stripes of raised flesh. In the same instant, Winnow goes rigid against me before attempting to guide my hands back to her waist.

I break our kiss to hold her gaze, and there’s a world of insecurity there, making my heart fucking shatter.

“Winnow, baby, I need you to understand something…”

Cradling her head in my hands, Winnow’s throat dips as I witness another flash of insecurity pass over her gaze.

“I want every part of you. Every scar, every blemish, every stretch mark, every curve, every secret, every perceived flaw… There’s nothing you need to hide from me. Nothing you could do, say, or reveal that would make you any less perfect than you already are for me.”

Her eyes search mine for several moments, and I watch as emotion swells in her gaze. Just as those first tears fall, her eyes slip shut, and I can’t resist capturing them for my own. I press a kiss to each one, licking my lips to savor the taste of her.

“Do you believe me, angel?”

Her glittering eyes open, and she nods, voice a tremulous whisper.

“I think so.”

“All I ask is that you stay with me, and I promise that soon enough, you’ll know so because I’m gonna spend every day proving it to you.”

A moment passes as she allows the truth of my words to sink in, and in the next, her lips are crashing down on mine.

Unable to hold back, I groan my need for her as my tongue seeks hers.

My hands grip the hem of her shirt to pull it off, and when she sits up, allowing me to pull it over her head, my breath catches at the sight of her heavy breasts, peaked nipples, and the generous, pretty, dusky pink halo around them.

Her lips quirk in a knowing grin as her eyes grow heavy-lidded. She cups the bottom of each breast, pressing them together in a way that is nothing short of debauched.

Already painfully hard, the sight of her like this makes my fucking balls ache with need for release. So much so, my dick is leaking a gooey mess.

My lips part in fucking awe as Winnow begins to tease her nipples, and my brain pretty much short-circuits when I watch her draw a ball of spit to the forefront of her mouth and slowly let it fall onto the tip of one peaked nipple.

“Oh my fucking god.”

Winnow’s sultry little grin turns feline as I remain mesmerized for all of half a second while I watch her saliva slide down her breast before I grip her and pin her beneath me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.”

She yelps as I sit forward, pushing her backward onto the bed and yanking the boxers off her hips.

Gripping her hips, I step off the bed and tug her ass to the very edge before I step out of my boxers.

Pre-cum leaks from my tip in a long, clear, viscous string that I swipe up with one hand while the other splays her legs wide.

Winnow watches me with parted lips as I spread my pre-cum over her glistening pussy.

“Mine.”

Her tongue sweeps over her lips in an unconscious gesture, like she’s never witnessed such a possessive display.

“You understand?”

Winnow’s chin dips in a nod.

Not good enough.

With a firm smack to her clit, her voice breaks with a sharply cried moan as her hips give a little thrust. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she quickly corrects.

Fuck. I’d expected her to say sir , but…

Another string of pre-cum begins to drip and stretch toward her needy flesh. Wiping it up, I bring my fingers to her lips. Without being prompted, Winnow offers me her tongue. Her lips close around my fingers, sucking firmly, and I swear I feel the action mirrored in my dick.

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

With a growl, my eyes roll in the back of my head as I squeeze the shaft of my cock, trying to fortify my self-restraint..

Another surge of clear, viscous fluid springs forward and drips directly onto her pussy.

Winnow gives a little needy gasp, hips twitching, and cunt clenching.

I reward her by sweeping the crown of my cock through the mess and rubbing it over her clit.

Between my pre-cum and her honey, the action creates the most decadent, wet sounds.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to, angel.”

Winnow’s eyes flare with both arousal and desire.

“You. She belongs to you.”

Satisfied, I finally kneel between her thighs and give myself a solid moment to admire her pretty, little chubby lips, pink glistening petals, and the delicate weeping slit of her entrance.

This is mine.

“All fucking mine...”

Spreading her lips between thumb and forefinger, I use the flat of my tongue to lick her from entrance to clit and suck her pouty, little bud between my lips as I groan my pleasure onto her.

“Fucking delicious.”

My tongue sweeps up more of her nectar from slit to clit in between working steady circles around her clit before giving it pulsing sucks. Winnow whimpers as her hips buck beneath me, and I press my palm against her stomach to hold her in place.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon…”

The fingers baring her to me shift so I can slide my thick index finger inside of her.

“Yeah, baby?”

My finger pumps in and out of her and her hips begin to give small countering thrusts as I return to licking and sucking her dainty pink pearl.

Her core squeezes my finger again, and I swear I can fucking feel it on my cock.

So much so that I feel that tingling energy begin to build at the base of my spine.

Fuck, I could come like this.

Sucking on my cheeks, I spit onto her clit and sweep it over her entrance. Winnow whines her pleasure, nails digging into the muscle of my forearm.

“I know, Winnow, baby. You’re doing so good.”

Winnow cries out as I add a second finger and rotate my wrist so that the pressure will be put against her G-spot. My fingers are long and thick, so I soften my motions for several moments so she can adjust.

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you, angel?”

Winnow nods, brows pinched, mouth open on a moan as her hips counter my movements.

“Just for you.”

Her words have me fucking growling as my lips return to her clit, sucking firmly as my fingers thrust, working pressure against the spot that I know will have her squirting.

With a string of only partly intelligible whimpered curses it doesn’t take long before I feel the first fluttering spasms of her pussy around my fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon… Wait ? —

Yes, sweetheart, that’s it. Give me all of you.

As if in reply, her pussy squeezes tight, pulsing around my fingers followed by her gushing honey.

That cord between us burns bright a moment before it’s like something uncorks, and all at once, the sensation of her climax floods into me.

My cock jerks, and my own climax is wasted in hot, thick ropes, on the floor beneath me as I focus on easing her down from her climax by suckling her clit and gentling the strokes of my index and ring finger.

When her body finally goes lax, I ease my fingers out of her and clean her drenched pussy and inner thighs with my tongue, giving her abused clit one final suck that ends in a pop that makes her jolt.

My eyes lift to hers to ensure she can see the gravity of my words and just how much I mean them.

“So fucking perfect, Winnow... So fucking mine.”

“Yours. All yours, ferion .”

Winnow may not know it yet, but there won’t ever be another soul outside of me who will have the privilege of touching and tasting her again. There’s no doubt in my mind, and that cord connecting us pulses in confirmation.