My hands traveled down his sides until I hit an area of skin that felt different from the rest. Looking down, I saw a scar there. I rubbed my thumb over it. This must have been where Jared had stabbed him.

He pulled my arm away, and I looked up at him. “Old wounds.”

“Hopefully you don’t get anymore.”

Gil’s arms wound around me, grabbing my backside, and I melted against him as he pulled me closer. I sighed as he kissed along my neck, and I couldn’t help but laugh as his soft caresses sent shivers down my body.

He grinned and turned me over onto my back, then he smoothed his palm down my stomach, inching closer to my cock, and when he grabbed it, I gasped as his fingers curled around me, stroking me slowly as our lips met again.

I smiled against Gil’s mouth. “You know how to handle me. It makes it feel like we’ve been doing this for ages.”

“I know a thing or two about a man’s body.” He moved down, kissing along my chest and stomach until he got to the patch of hair below my navel. He licked up my path of hair, and I tensed.

When Gil took me into his mouth, my hands tightened in his hair. He pleasured me this way for as long as I would let him. I relished the feel of his hands on my stomach as he sucked, paying attention to not only my cock, but the lower regions. This was a closeness I’d craved for years, something I thought I’d never find. But here it was, in some cursed realm, with some beast of a man that I still had yet to see.

I gripped his arms, feeling his muscles, and smoothed my thumb over the tattoo on his arm. When he moved away, we kissed deeply, our bodies molding. I took the back of Gil’s head in my hand, holding him against me.

“Wait a moment,” I whined.

Gil stopped and stared down at me. “What is it?”

“I want to try something else.”

He gave a soft laugh and closed his eyes, then planted a kiss against the corner of my lips. “What do you want, my sweet?”

I bit my lip at the affectionate name and looked away. “I like your fingers there. I wasn’t kidding before about imagining you inside me.”

He cocked his head at me. “You want me to fuck you?”

My cheeks reddened as I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. “For lord of the manor, you talk filthy.”

“As the lord of this manor, I’m entitled to be as filthy as I want.” Gil moved his hips against me. “Besides, I recall you saying such a thing before in the bath.”

My cheeks warmed at the memory.

“Now, do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want it.”

Looking at me, Gil placed two of his fingers into my mouth, and I sucked them, knowing what he was preparing for.

He opened his mouth, his face a mixture of pleasure and admiration as I slipped my tongue between his fingers. “That’s right,” he said.

Drawing his hand away, he used his wet fingers to penetrate me, going in gently. My spit alone didn’t seem enough, for he moved and opened the drawer beside his bed and took out a vial of something.

“It’s an oil I use,” he said. “It’ll help me ease in.”

I nodded, and Gil rubbed the oil on his fingers and penetrated me again, curling his finger, and I arched my back. He continued this way for a few minutes, kissing me as he stretched me out, until I allowed him to use his cock instead. He went slowly, and it took nearly ten minutes for us to figure out the best way to do it, but once he was halfway inside me, I wound my arms around his neck and let out a sigh.

“There, I think that’s good,” I said.

“I won’t do anything. You move against me, so I know how much you can take.”

I moved my hips against him slightly at first, and then I had the urge to take him deeper.

Gil took my legs in his hands and kissed them, unable to stop the sudden slight thrust of his hips.

I threw my head back and blew out a breath. There was pain, I admit, but there was also heat as he filled me, and it was so intoxicating that I wanted more, and I whimpered for it.