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G ideon stands, licking the evidence of my orgasm from his lips and the edges of his short beard. With a featherlight touch, he passes his fingers over my wrists. “Are you hurting?”

I shake my head honestly. “Not at all.”

Before he can question me, my eyes drop to the thick outline of his cock.

“Show me.”

Gideon quirks an eyebrow as he grows still. My throat works.

“Please… I want to see you.”

His hand grips my jaw, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my heart beat race. “Give me your tongue, angel.”

Offering him the flat of my tongue, I’m taken by surprise when he spits onto it in some primal, dominant display that seems to speak to the very feminine core of me.

With some bizarre instinctual reflex I hadn’t known I possessed, my tongue retreats, and I swallow him down greedily without him even having to ask.

Gideon’s gaze turns searing. “That’s my good girl.”

He steps back, hands unfastening his belt buckle, unzipping his jeans, and pushing them, along with his boxers, down his hips.

His cock bobs free, thick and heavy. Each plush vein made shiny by the soft, silken skin stretched taught over his steeled length.

Pre-cum is already leaking from his crown, making me salivate.

Gideon fists his length in leisurely strokes. “You see what you do to me, angel?”

Giving him an absent nod, I watch him spread the thick strings of pre-cum over the reddish-bronze flesh of his thick, prominent crown. Mesmerized, my core clenches needily at the sight, and the words are out before I can take them back.

“Please, let me feel you.”

Gideon seems almost as surprised by them as I am. He hesitates for a moment, as he dextrously manages to stroke his cock while teasing one of my nipples. New arousal blooms within me even though I’ve only just cum.

The man I’m free-falling in love with closes the distance between us, and I hold my breath as he aligns the thick, veiny, silken length of his dripping cock with the front of my pussy. My mouth waters at the sight.

Thanks to the binding of my jeans, my thighs are pinned tightly together and because of his height, and the perfect slight upward curve of his length, it causes his crown to first slide over my clit, through my folds, and then press against my entrance without fully breaching it.

A deep groan escapes him on the first thrust forward as I give a shocked, breathy, moan, “Oh, fuck, ferion…”

His eyes search mine for double confirmation as his fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “This okay, angel?”

My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.

“Oh my fucking gods, yes. I can barely breathe it feels so fucking good.”

Gideon huffs a laugh that evaporates the moment he draws back. “Goddamn it… You love this as much as I do, don’t you, baby girl? Being tied up just for me?”

Helpless to deny it, I nod. “Just for you, Daddy.”

Gideon’s eyes squeeze shut briefly as if being overwhelmed with emotion.

With a deep grunt, he thrusts forward hard enough that it makes my breasts jiggle from the motion.

Gideon grips my breast in his hand and bends forward to lavish each one with attention that alternates between reverent kisses to borderline painful sucks, and the gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue until both of my nipples are rouged and tender from his affection; all while his leaking cock steadily strokes over my clit and through folds to nudge firmly against my entrance.

I am powerless to this man and the brunt of his mind-numbing pleasure, combined with what I can only describe as a burning love setting our tether alight.

Whether it’s the fact that I am finally in the hands of my soulbound, that our bond is so very close to being fulfilled , or I’m just being my overly emotional self, tears burn my eyes as he continues to mercilessly drive me to the height of orgasm once again.

When Gideon’s head lifts from my breasts, hands returning to my hips to hold me to him, I know he can see it.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, as I watch them teeter on his. Brow pinched with an emotion that mirrors mine, his punishing strokes turn slow and deep. Holding his gaze, my core begins to flutter with climax.

“Oh, gods, Gideon… I’m cumming again.”

Gideon’s lips part as his hips stutter. “Fuck, me too, angel….”

In the same moment, his cock pulses against me.

Our eyes communicate what we’re too afraid to say.

I fucking love you.

As our climaxes gradually descend, our gazes drop in unison to where we are so very nearly joined.

Gideon withdraws slowly, all the way to his throbbing tip, where the last of his seed is still spurting onto my clit.

He murmurs the words with reverence. “So goddamn perfect, angel…”

Gideon drops his forehead to mine as we both catch our breath, and his fingers work to untie my wrists.

With rushed movements, he helps me step out of my ruined jeans before tugging off his own and carrying me back to bed.

The dreamy pink and orange hue of dawn is already peaking through the curtains, which means we’re running late, further confirmed by the sound of his ranch hand’s voices in the distance through the windows.

But Gideon hardly seems to notice. Instead, he lays me beneath him as he settles himself between my legs, collects my wrists, and presses kisses to them. “You okay, sweetheart?”

My chest warms at his concern. I shake my head. “My arms are a little tingly, but otherwise I’m fine.”

The expression on his face tells me he’s not entirely convinced, but he chooses not to argue. Instead, he sits back on his heels and his eyes drop between my legs. The look of pure love and reverence that passes over his face fills my heart to bursting.

Resting his palm just above, his thumb sweeps gently through my folds.

“Are you on birth control?”

Honest, I nod. I take a monthly elixir. The last time I’d taken it was only days before I arrived here.

Gideon’s expression grows thoughtful even as his thumb sweeps over my entrance, and gently pushes his release inside me.

“Well, one day, if you decide you wanna keep me around… That’s something I’d like to discuss with you. Starting a family together.”

It feels like each half of my heart dives in an opposite direction.

Joy and guilt.

Joy because, soulbound or not, I’d love to have a family with this man.

Guilt because… Divine fuck. How is he going to feel when he realizes his children would be destined to have daemon traits?

Even in my magically resplendent world, unless you’re a daemon yourself, no one wants to curse their children with horns and tails.

How much more vehemently opposed will Gideon be?

The thought makes me want to cry all over again, but instead, I have to force a grin to my face even though my words are true.

“I would love that more than you know, ferion. ”