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Diem

Gideon’s grunt woke her from her fog. She was naked in bed with him, her hair still damp. She didn’t remember him carrying her back to their place or bathing her. The old warlock had a kind heart.

He tensed under her touch. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his brow was furrowed. Something was wrong.

She gently pushed on his side, trying to wake him. Nothing. “Gideon.”

“No,” he ground out. “I’m going to kill you again.”

It was a bad dream.

Gideon’s eyes flashed open, and they glowed in the moonlight. “Diem.” His brows drew together. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

He ran a hand over his face. “Go back to sleep, Diem.”

“What was the dream about?”

Seconds passed by before he laced his fingers in her damp hair and pressed a kiss to her lips. The action caught her off guard at first, and then she relaxed into his body. He tilted her head to the side before swiping this tongue across her mouth. His touch made her mind go blank, and she wanted to be closer to him. She’d already lost her heart to him. Hopefully, he wouldn’t walk away at the end.

“Gideon,” she whispered against his lips. Her control was hanging on by a thread. He didn’t give her time to think. His mouth opened, and she was lost in his touch all over again. A faint whisper in the back of her mind told her to stop, but the need in her body overran every bit of common sense.

This could all ruin her chance of getting her sister back, but something about the raw look in Gideon’s eyes made her want him even more.

Her fingers trailed down his chest until her hand encircled his hard member. Gideon’s breath hitched as she ran her fingers across it. When he tried to turn her on her back, she didn’t move but instead worked kisses down his chest. Then she placed a kiss over his nipple.

“Diem,” he groaned.

She loved how much control she had over him. With each swipe of her tongue, his cock pulsed in her hand. Her mouth watered, and she thought about wrapping her lips around him.

She slowly lowered her lips around his cock, and she glanced up at Gideon, who watched her. For a split second, green magic swirled around them. Then the air changed, and she could feel the magic.

“God dammit, you’re like an angel.”

He gathered the blond locks as they fell around her face. He didn’t push her to go faster as she took him deeper. Blow jobs weren’t something she’d ever enjoyed doing, but she wanted Gideon to love it. She tightened her lips around him and started to hum. Her hands rested on his thighs, and he tensed under her control.

“Stop,” Gideon ground out.

She didn’t. If anything, it made her want to please him more. Breathing through her nose, she took him in as far as she could and hummed.

“Angel, you need to stop. I’m going to come. And I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time we’re together.”

The thought of the man losing control because of her turned her on. She reached between her legs and pressed two fingers to her clit.

“Jesus, woman, are you touching yourself?”

She nodded but didn’t stop. Gideon dropped his hands from her hair and pulled her up onto the bed. He was so quick. One second, she had her lips wrapped around him, and the next, he was on top of her.

He pushed his mouth to her ear. “Are you wet for me, angel?”

She was about to answer when he dragged his finger through her folds. Holy shit. His touch alone sent fireworks through her whole body, but it was so soft, almost feather-like.

“Please, more.” She lifted her hips, trying to get more friction. “I need more Gideon.”

His lip twitched against her skin. “I’m going to drive you crazy like you just did to me. Your pretty little lips around my cock almost sent me over the edge, but I want to spend time feasting on you.”

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