Page 44 of Black Widow

“I promised not to ravish you. I intend to keep my word, but it only seems fair that I fulfill some of your expectations aboutlovemaking…”

Amelia gaspedas Gideon moved down her body, lifting the blankets away. He arranged her legs on either side of him and smiled at her, a flirtatious grin that stirred herblood.

Her body heated, a telltale slippery warmth concentrated between herlegs.

“Gideon, I don’tthink—”

“I strongly advise against that. Stop thinking,” he interrupted, pushing the fine lawn cotton of her nightgown up above her knees before pausing. “Unless the issue is one of trust. Do you trust me,Amelia?”

“Of course I trust you,” she said immediately, trying to find the words to explain why he should stop. It was difficult to find any, impossible infact.

He waited a beat longer. “Good.”

Amelia yelped when he pulled her lower, removing her drawers with startling efficiency. The chilly air hit her heated core, but she didn’t have time to feel uncomfortable. Her body was in flames the second Gideon’s mouth touchedher.

He pressed a kiss to her heated flesh and she whimpered, reflexively trying to close her legs. Gideon held her down with his hands, parting them to fully expose her to his caress. His tongue tasted and teased, stroking her like roughvelvet.

Amelia squirmed helplessly, but she was unable to move because she was held fast to the bed. Gideon continued his gentle assault, using his hands to touch and probe while teeth abraded the pearl crowning her sex. His mouth moved over her lips and bud in a ragged pattern that devastated hersenses.

Moaning, she buried her trembling hands in his hair. The little ripples of pleasure built upon one another until they were a rolling wave that swept from her head to the tips of her toes. Her skin felt alive, every nerve clamoring for more—more touch, moreheat. She was drowning in sensation and just when she thought she would die from the pleasure, Gideon moved one hand up to cover herbreast.

The rosy tip swelled and beaded under his hand, sending sparks of lightning directly to her heated core as he caressed andstroked.

“Gideon, I can’t stand it,” she gasped,pleading.

But he was merciless. He tweaked and pinched one nipple just as his tongue plunged inside her. Her body seized as her sheath closed around him and spasmed violently. His tongue worked in and out of her, one hand stroking her breast while the other moved over her bud, pushing and extending the ecstasy consuming her body. Each touch was magnified, a ripple of energy that made her writhe and moan until she dissolved in a blazing radiance oflight.

When her awareness returned, her body was whole once more. She felt like a wrung-out mop, but there was strength in her hands. They were holding onto Gideon’s shoulders. She couldn’t let him go, not even when she realized his breeches were open, completely exposinghim.

“Amelia, don’t. You have to release me,” he protested, even as the hard length of his manhood stroked and ground against her slipperyfolds.

He wanted her badly. She could feel the force of his desire not just in the tension of his body but in the way he could barely catch his breath. Marveling at his restraint, she whispered in his ear. “It’s all right. I want you to have your satisfactiontoo.”

“No, I promised I wouldn’t,” he said from between gritted teeth. His body, however, continued to respond—his hips were stillpumping.

She moved her hand down, intending to guide his arousal, but he was coated with the moisture from her body and he slipped easily back and forth under herpalm.

Gideon hissed. “Yes, hold me against you like that,” he said, adjusting her hand so he was pressed firmly against her without checking his movement. “I won’t enter you, but you can watch. I want you to see everything—tounderstand.”

Her lips parted, and she nodded, utterly taken with theidea.

That part of him was so hot, like heated iron, but the skin was so smooth. She stared wide-eyed as his erection slipped up and down against her, striking her nub on the upstroke. Each time it happened, another tickle of sensual energy would shoot through herbody.

Amelia watched in fascination as Gideon’s staff swelled and jerked. He threw his head back as the last convulsions racked his body and a pearlescent liquid spilled across her belly like hot candle wax. He collapsed to the side, his chest working like a bellows. After a few moments, he swore under hisbreath.

“I didn’t expect that to be so…satisfying.”

Her lips curled up, and he returned her smile. “Seeing you watching me, taking it all in, was very arousing,” he confessed, an amused bewilderment in his expression before he movedaway.

Gideon bent over the edge of the mattress, retrieving a handkerchief from his coat without leaving the bed. He began to clean her. Before he could wipe away all traces, Amelia touched one of the drops on her stomach with herfingers.

“This is your seed,” she said, rubbing her fingers to test the texture. “How can this grow into ababy?”

“It has to take root in your body, and that only happens at a specific time,” he said, bracing himself on hisforearms.

He explained how a woman’s fertility was tied to the monthly cycle of her courses, something Amelia had been aware of, although the details had never been laidbare.

Blushing like mad, she asked him one question and then another. Before Gideon knew it, he was delivering a lecture on anatomy and sexuality using himself as a real-life model. He did it as matter-of-factly as he could until she grew comfortable enough to ask himanything.

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