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Gideon became her entire world. Blindfolded, she was forced to imagine his every motion even as she felt his hands arranging her body how he wanted her, in the awkward position of being face-down, on her knees, with her hands behind her back. He spread her thighs wide and nudged his cock along her dripping slit.
He teased her slick entrance, playing with her, then withdrew. Cora whimpered in protest when he still denied her.
“Let me savor this moment.”
He licked his fingers audibly, a sound that shouldn’t be arousing, but was.
She could only nod and dig her nails into her palms as he brought his cock into contact with the aching nub at the apex of her folds. Her breath caught. Sweat dampened her temples at the intrusion. He filled her, stretching her beyond imagination, until all she could feel was their connection.
“God, Cora, you’re so tight and wet and ready for me.” Gideon’s raw moan made her feel so powerful. Adored. Desired.
And then, he began to move. Gideon pushed deeper with each intrusion. Cora found herself tilting her hips to meet him. His chest pressed hers flat. The pressure only added to her pleasure. Taking him in. The beat of regret each time he withdrew followed by the thrill of his surge forward.
“That’s my good songbird,” he growled. “Taking my cock nice and deep.”
He traced the sensitive pucker of her bottom with one wet finger. “You’d take me here, too, wouldn’t you?”
Cora could only moan and nod against the cool linens.
“Answer me, Cora.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Anything you want to do to me, Gideon. I’m your plaything.”
He made a sound of masculine satisfaction.
He pulled back. There was a scrape of wood. The sound shuddered up her skin, heightening every sensation. The faint pop of a cork sounded like a bottle of champagne popping, but quieter. Cool liquid dripped down the seam of her body.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you like this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice trembly with excitement and nerves. He eased one finger inside her tight hole and pressed his cock into her pussy. She’d never felt this full and stretched to her limit.
“You feel incredible, Cora. I love watching you take my cock like this. So tight and greedy.” Each word made her excitement rise. “I want to feel you beneath me when I come. I want to feel your thighs tense and your back arch as I come inside you.”
“Oh, god.”
“You like it when I tell you what I want, don’t you?”
She could barely manage a nod. His words were so filthy, so daring. They liquefied her insides and sent heat pulsing through her veins, and all the while he was pistoning inside her, driving her higher and tighter until she might break.
“You’re close,” he said in a tone raw with excitement. “Come for me, songbird. Come on my cock like a good little?—”
She broke. Shattered. Her body pulsed around him. His rhythm faltered. He drove into her in a frantic rush. The silk belt binding her hands loosened but she gripped it, arching her spine and encouraging him deeper as wordless cries of pleasure tumbled from her lips.
The last one was his name.
Hot liquid flooded her. Still hard, he kept thrusting, tiny movements that drove him deeper.
Afterward, they lay together, panting. He brushed her hair away from her damp temples, kissed her softly, and said, “Cora. I have waited for you for so long.” Another kiss, followed by that rakish half-smile. “Now that I have you, I am never letting you go.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
GIDEON
Gideon fought his way out of a sleep like the dead. He kept being caught by the undertow, dragged back into unconsciousness. The first time he surfaced, he felt a warm presence beside him. No, sprawled on top of him.
Cora,he thought with satisfaction, and drifted off again.
The second time he came to, it was because she had shifted, turning away from him. Gideon rolled over and pulled her back against his front, with his cock pressed beneath the curve of her bottom and his arms around her waist. A seed of guilt took root in his sleep-fogged mind. But he wasn’t letting her go. Not this time.
