Page 99 of Finding Gideon
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Feels good.”
“Just going to start with a finger.”
I nodded, hips shifting slightly.
The pressure was slow. Careful. He rubbed soothing circles on my thigh with one hand as he worked the other. The stretch made me gasp, not painful, just... different. I focused on his face—his concentration, the way he was reading every twitch of my muscles like a roadmap.
“Doing good,” he murmured. “You’re taking me so well.”
My heart stuttered. That kind of praise? Fromhim? It sent heat spiraling low in my belly.
He added more lube. More kisses. Slipped in another finger. I moaned, thighs trembling, hands gripping the sheets.
When he reached for the plug, I watched him coat it slowly, deliberately, like he was letting me see every step so nothing caught me off guard.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I swallowed, then nodded. “Yeah.”
The plug was narrower than his fingers but firmer, and the pressure made my breath hitch. He didn’t rush it. One hand stroked my thigh, the other worked gently. Gideon eased it in with soft praise and low murmurs that felt like they were etched directly into my skin.
“You’re doing so good for me.”
My fingers curled into his shoulders. The burn gave way to fullness. He clicked something and a low hum thrummed through me, startling and warm.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
His grin was all pride and want. “That’s the lowest setting.”
I groaned. “You’re evil.”
“Just thorough.”
The vibration settled into a steady pulse, not overwhelming, just enough to make me clench around it. Gideon kissed my knee, then moved up to straddle my hips, eyes locked on mine.
“Are you still with me?”
“Always.”
He leaned in and kissed me—sweet, deep, lingering.
And I knew, without question, I was safe.
And I was his.
The toy thrummed inside me, each pulse a slow, deliberate reminder that I was open. Filled. Waiting.
Gideon moved like he had all night to worship me—his mouth trailing down my chest, across my ribs, his tongue dipping into the skin above my hip. His hands never stopped moving. One stayed on my thigh, stroking, soothing. The other skimmed my torso like he was trying to memorize the terrain.
Every press of his lips sent a ripple through my body. Every hum from the plug made my cock twitch.
I was hard—aching, actually—and the temptation to stroke myself was real. But I didn’t. Couldn’t. It would’ve been over too fast, and that wasn’t how I wanted to come tonight.
Not from the plug or from my own hand.
I wanted it to be Gideon. Inside me. Claiming me. Holding me open and close at the same time.
“God, Mal,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are right now.”
