Page 71 of Black Widow

“Hold me tight, little love,” he said, withdrawing and surging back inside, driven by the hungry fire she effortlessly stoked inhim.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed, her hips straining to meethis.

Gideon fisted a hand in her hair. The wanton flush staining her cheeks and lips was a personal victory. He loved her unbridled response, the way she gave herself to him. It was a sign of her trust in him, one he would never take forgranted.

Soon, his breath shortened, the ragged sound joining the chorus of moans that Amelia fought to hold back. But he wouldn’t lether.

“That’s it, little love,” he whispered. “Take all of me, feel me fillingyou.”

She sobbed again, pressing a hot openmouthed kiss as she clenched him tight, her thighs shaking with the effort to keep up with the relentless drive of hiships.

“You’re all mine,” he hissed. “Every bit of you—mind, body, and soul. It’s allmine.”

“And you’re mine,” she said, craning her neck to bite his lip, surprisinghim.

Her small show of aggression was enough to break down what little restraint he had left. He stroked faster and faster, glorying in her pulsing, throbbingheat.

Gideon wanted to pound and grind against her, but the thought of his child held him in check. Amelia, however, cared nothing for his self-discipline. She met him thrust for thrust, using her hands to pull him close as she twisted and rocked to caress his length with herbody.

It was too much. He waited until she shuddered, climaxing with a sharp intake of breath before thrusting one more time and finally letting go. The tight coil of pain and pleasure unraveled and he poured himself into her, his seed jetting hard against the entrance to herwomb.

An unwilling groan was ripped from his throat as he expended his last bit of strength to try and roll away. Amelia wouldn’t let him. She held him with shaking limbs, effortlessly managing to keep him in place despite the disparity in their strengths. He gave up and resettled his weight to avoid crushing her, enjoying the feel of her hands running through hishair.

They lay joined together for so long, he wondered if she had gone numb from his weight, but she didn’t complain. He lifted his head, parting his lips to ask, and sawitwatchingthem.

Thedemon.

The deep mud-brown creature stared at them, the raging fires of hell in its eyes. It was massive, standing two heads taller than him with strangely misshapenarms.

“Amelia, get up!” he shouted, pulling from her body and scrambling to his feet. He dragged her up and forced her behindhim.

That moment of inattention was enough to give the monster the advantage. The few seconds Gideon spent trying to secure Amelia allowed it to approach. He had no time to move before the creature backhanded him, sending him sprawling to the floor with a strange hissingsound.

Gideon winced, biting back a shout as his manhood was abraded on the rough ground. He shot back up, ignoring the pain as he spared a moment to tuck himself back in. He went back after the beast, which was steadily advancing onAmelia.

“No! Stay away from her!” He threw himself at it, landing on itsback.

The creature brushed him off like an annoying gnat. He landed on his back, the force knocking the air from his lungs. Sucking in a big breath, he stood, a little moreslowly.

“Gideon.”

He couldn’t see his wife. The size of the giant hid her from his sight. Panting for a new reason, he rounded on the beast, spinning to get between it andAmelia.

“Gideon, what do I do?” Amelia asked, clinging to hisback.

“Run!” he yelled, bracing his booted feet against the ground to keep the monster fromadvancing.

It didn’t work. The creature was too strong. The soles of his boot’s slid helplessly back as it continued to advance. He didn’t see the arm lift, but he felt the impact—a glancing blow to the side of his head strong enough to send him crumbling to theground.

Amelia’s scream was distant and tinny. His ears were ringing like that time he’d stood too close to a cannon beingfired.

“Amelia, run!” She was still there. He could hear herscreaming.

His heart felt as if it was being ripped out of his chest. The piercing agony of that cry reverberated in his soul. Gideon had never felt more helpless in his entirelife.

“Run,” Gideon repeated, but his voice sounded half-strangled. His attempt to stand failed, so hecrawled.

He blinked, trying to clear his blurred vision. The small pink and cream form against the tree was his wife, the brown mountain the beast moving towardher.

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