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FINNLEAH

Iwasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, cuddled up against him, lulled by the warmth radiating from his large body. The previously wild winds outside were turning into quiet little whispers as the storm settled. I carefully slithered out of his arms, already longing for his closeness. But before I could even get up, his hand found mine, pulling me back, unwilling to let go.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” I explained, hushing him back to sleep as I searched my way to the small outhouse by the back door. Relieved and cleaned up, I snuck soundlessly back in, eager to feel his arms around me. Gideon was awake, his eyes full of that heated desire at the sight of me, full of primal male hunger that pleasantly burned me at my core.

The fresh logs I threw in, went up in flames, reviving the small fire, red embers keeping the room warm even as the occasional outside draft snuck past the the cracks between the door.

I grabbed a canteen that still had a bit of water left, taking a sip.

“You are staring again,” I said, trying to keep my smile hidden, yet failing, as my lips stretched with a wide feline grin.

“I am in awe,” he countered. “Am I not allowed to stare?” His head tilted to the side as his eyes lit up with wicked intent.

“You’ve seen me naked before,” I reasoned, walking back to him, nestling on the thick, worn-out blankets.

“Only once, and I didn’t stare nearly long enough then.”

“Such a gentleman,” I sarcastically commented.

“I truly am. How lucky for you, indeed,” he teased, pulling my back closer to him, landing a kiss near my ear.

“I am truly so incredibly lucky.” I gave up trying to stifle the girly giggles as he ran his hand down my side, the move feeling pleasantly ticklish.

“Lucky enough to let me stare anytime I want?” His breath brushed against me at his words, sending shivers down my skin.

“Lucky enough to do more than that.” I twisted my head to him as his lips met mine, the kiss immediately melting me down to my bones. His cock had hardened against my ass as I wriggled up and down it with very clear intent.

“Are you sure? I mean, I definitely want to, but I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow,” he replied.

His lips covered the back of my neck, my back, and I fought back a moan as I confidently stated, “Gideon, from the moment I started this, I was already planning on not being able to walk tomorrow.”

“Smart girl,” he purred into my ear, his words making the butterflies in my stomach rabid.

“And since my legs won’t work, you’ll have to take a day off and care for me,” I smirked, not caring that I sounded absolutely absurd, purely drunk on happiness. His tongue and lips traced the outline of my figure, his teeth mildly scraping against my hip and my bare ass as he moved lower.

“It’s a great plan, my love. The best one you’ve ever had,” he purred in between his caresses. “And it fits great with my plan.”

He was now dangerously low. His hands grabbed my knees, spreading them wide open as he lowered his head between them, kissing the high of my inner thighs.

“And what is your plan,General?” I asked, my teeth sunk into my lip as his tongue brushed my legs, licking me, kissing me, making me addicted to his touch.

“My plan is quite simple; to feast on you until you remember nothing but my name.” He finally traced his tongue with a feather light touch against my core, stealing a moan full of pleasure as he licked me once more. “And then, when I’m the only thing you can remember, I’m going to fuck you some more,” he promised, and I couldn’t wait, as his hands grabbed my hips, jerking me closer as he lowered his head down, his tongue doing things I had never felt before.

My breaths became short and jagged as his scarred hand moved up to cup my breast, as if he needed a reminder that I was indeed his, that all of me was his.

I was going to reassure him, say something, except all my words vanished as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, at first gently, then just as his other finger slipped inside me, tighter. His tongue now moved faster, more intense, as his hand traveled up and down my body.

My heart raced and I questioned if somehow, I managed to die, and this was the dreamy Afterlife.

Waves of sensation cascaded through me, gentle ripples building into a tempest of pleasure. A gasp escaped my mouth as he pulled his face away just when I was about to explode.

“Not yet,patience, my queen,” he cooed, that arrogant smile lighting up his face as he lowered his mouth back to my core. My heated fury calmed as he slightly sucked on my clit, licking me, eating me as if he was starved and I was the only thing that could satisfy his insatiable hunger, while his fingers fucked me. My blood was molten and my skin prickled with heat as I almostreached the peak, like a volcano, ready to erupt as my muscles tensed.

I was so close, and he knew it as his eyes raked over me, his face lighting with devious intent, as he shook his head, pulling his fingers out, pausing. I opened my eyes, glaring at him, at the audacity of this man…

“Gideon, I swear to gods…” I started, but I couldn’t finish whatever trivial threat my jumbled mind came up with, my thoughts scrambled into absolute nothingness, as he groped my ass with his hand, tight, demanding, his fingers sinking into my skin. With his other hand, his fingers plummeted deep within my pussy, making me tense at his touch, addicted to him, craving him more and more.

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