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Before I can think any better of it, I’m tugging his shirt up his waist, and he leans back to let me pull it over his head. The moment it’s airborne behind us, his mouth is on mine.

“No more secrets, angel. Understood?”

Fuck.

My heart is in my throat as guilt dampens my eyes, but I force it back because I don’t want this to end.

Not at any cost.

So I nod.

“I need to hear you say the words, angel.”

“No more secrets.”

Gideon hesitates for a moment as if waiting, knowing that there is so much more I should be saying.

Through our tether, I can feel his tension, as if he’s trying to will me to speak.

With a growl of unmistakable frustration, his face nuzzles into my neck like it’s his home.

I gasp when his jaws clamp down on the flesh at my nape, causing a tendril of arousal to lick through me.

My fingers seek Gideon’s hair to hold him to me as his teeth release me to lick and suck away the delicious pain of his bite. My nipples pebble beneath my shirt as a soft moan escapes me, and my hips give a needy thrust forward.

Gideon tugs my hips flush against his as he groans into my mouth. I’m dressed in nothing but a very pretty, flimsy pair of panties beneath his oversized t-shirt to separate me from the feel of his long, thick cock pressing so perfectly against me through his boxers.

Gideon wraps my hair in one fist to tip my gaze toward his.

The want in his eyes is scalding, and I fear he’s only moments away from fucking me on this counter.

As desperately as I want him to… I’m not ready to risk him changing his mind about me if I tell him who and what I really am.

And despite our foreplay and the betrayed promise I just gave him, I can’t allow this man to give himself to me without knowing the truth.

My hands slide over the muscled plane of his chest and abdomen, my fingers sneak into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Gideon’s body goes rigid as my fingers curl around his heavy cock. My eyes dip between us, and his gaze follows mine, as my fingers stroke teasingly over the taught flesh.

Wrapping one hand over his crown and the other over his shaft, I lean forward to draw a ball of spit to the front of my mouth and let it drop directly onto the head of his leaking cock.

My hands give twisting strokes, and I relish the slick sensation of spreading my saliva and his pre-cum over his thickly-veined, silken length.

Gideon lets out an unholy growl as his hips punch forward.

“Oh my fucking God…”

The fist in my hair tightens to match the grip he has on my right hip.

I can’t help the feline grin curling my lips as my eyes lift to his. Based entirely on thoughtless instinct, the words spill from my lips.

“You like that, Daddy?”

Sacred mother of fuck, who am I?

Gideon groans, eyes briefly rolling in the back of his head. “Angel, you’re better than all my fucking dreams come to life.”

You make me this way.

No male has ever inspired me to give so much of myself.

Or to take so much for myself.

I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like I do Gideon.

As if to emphasize his words, his hands shift to the backs of my knees and lift them so that my legs are spread wide with my heels resting on the edge of the counter.

The position forces me to lean back on one arm and all I can do is hold my hand in a fist that he can fuck, lubricated by the notably preternatural amount of pre-cum he’s producing, and I can’t help but wonder if the bond between us has something to do with it.

Within seconds, his pre-cum has made my hand a gooey mess and drips in thick strings onto the polished wood floor.

The way the thick ropes of his muscles bunch and flex on each thrust forward, perspiration glistening on his chest and brow, as he ruts into my hand, is the most deliciously vulgar thing I’ve ever witnessed.

This man has me fucking salivating.

Gideon tugs the gusset of my undergarment firmly upwards, putting pressure on my clit in a way that makes me gasp. Through the thin fabric, his thumb passes back and forth over me from entrance to clit, never faltering despite my left hand working in tandem over his engorged length.

“Tell me who you belong to, Winnow. I need to hear from your lips who this pussy belongs to.”

My hips writhe, desperate for more friction, and he smacks my clit, drawing another whimper from me.

“You. Only you.”

“That’s my good girl. You want Daddy to make you cum?”

“ Please.”

Satisfied, Gideon finally tugs the fabric aside and stares at my slick, exposed pussy as he growls a curse.

“All fucking mine.”

As if to prove his point, he summons a ball of saliva to his lips and the way he spits on my clit can’t be described as anything other than possessive.

Entranced, we watch his saliva slowly drip further down before his thumb sweeps the mess through my folds to circle the aching bud.

Whimpering, my hips thrust forward, and my stroking hands stutter.

“Sacred fuck, ferion…”

Gideon’s thrusts hasten, as he continues to caress steadily over and around my clit.

“When you’re ready to cum, I want you to hold me right here so that I can mark this perfect little pussy as mine. Understood?”

The idea alone has my eyes rolling in the back of my head, and my voice is reduced to little more than a whispered whine as his thumb strokes my clit to a rapidly approaching orgasm. “Oh, fuck—yes.”

The hand gripping one of my ankles shifts to lift my shirt over my breasts. The position I’m in has them squeezed together, but it also makes my belly more prominent. When I reach up to pull my shirt back down, Gideon grips my wrist, giving me an admonishing look.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Gideon’s palm lands on my belly, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“What part of I want all of you don’t you understand, angel?”

Gideon doesn’t let up from the unwavering attention of his thumb upon my aching pearl.

“I want to devour every fucking inch of you and you’ll fucking let me.”

My jaw slackens on a moan as my body winds tight and my core begins to spasm. “ Fuck, Daddy, yes...”

At the last second, I remember to guide his cock to my pussy when my orgasm reaches its peak. Gideon’s cock gives pulsing jerks that shoot warm, thick ropes of his cum onto my pussy.

Gideon’s eyes lift from where he’s marked me to meet my gaze, the intensity of his emotion written in every line of tension on his face.

“Angel…”

My heart swells with emotion as our tether pulses with a need still unfulfilled. I can both see and feel everything I long to say swimming beneath his hazel eyes.

But it’s still far too soon to say it.

So our eyes drop to where his hips rock back forth, making the thick bar of his cock glide through my folds where he’s drenched my pussy.

As if he can’t resist teasing us both, his thumbs press on either side of my entrance as he nudges just the very tip of his cock to my slit. My mouth salivates as I watch his cum overflow from around his crown and my core squeezes against it.

Gideon’s eyes lift to mine, his expression alarmingly serious.

“Soon, angel.”

Soon indeed.