Although he hadn’t said the L-word, it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard.
“I feel the same.” Pretty lame but it was hard to talk with him inside her. Especially when he pushed the rest of the way home.
Eyes locked, they both groaned. Gideon kissed her. He pulled her knees up higher as he began to move. With deep, undulating rolls of his hips, he fucked her slowly and carefully. He was a miracle worker, that was for damned sure. It felt too good to be true. He pulled her knees a little higher and her eyes rolled back.
“Do you feel that?” Gideon panted while keeping up the deep, circular motions.
“God yeeessss!” A long drawn out moan. Her next orgasm was so close it was almost impossible to talk.
“That’s your g-spot, Jen.” Thrust, roll, thrust, roll. Deep and hard.
Her answer was another moan.
“I’m putting my name on it, Jenna…it’s fucking mine. Mine.” He growled as she clenched around him while shouting his name. Her little fingers dug into him as her pussy spasmed.
Instead of stopping, he turned them onto their sides, positioning her in front of him, so that he was at her back. Using his leg, he opened her, thrusting into her with one hard thrust. “No more,” she cried.
“One more.” He growled, continuing to fuck her, this time pulling all the way out before pushing back in. His hips pistoned against her. His breath came in ragged pants against the back of her neck. Her breasts jerked so hard with each thrust almost hurt. She clenched her teeth.
It was too much.
Too much.
His hand closed over one of her breasts and he groaned. He kneaded her flesh. “Fuck, Jen.” He groaned. “I need you.” His voice sounded anguished.
She wanted to tell him that he had her but her mouth wouldn’t work as the familiar coiling sensation began deep in her belly again.
“Need you.” He growled a second time.
His mouth closed over her neck. There was a light sting and her body convulsed with the pleasure that followed. Like an electric current that started at her neck and pussy and flowed to every other nerve ending in her body. She couldn’t be sure. It was only when he finally released her neck that she realized that his leg was over her, his hands tight on her as he held her in place.
His hips still jerked against hers, only he was barely moving. The warm, sticky feeling between her legs alerted her to the fact that he had come as well. His dick was still hard.
“That was”—she was panting, her mouth dry—“pretty damned spectacular.”
“No…” Gideon licked her neck and she felt the aftershock of her epic orgasm deep inside her. “That was fucking pathetic”—he kissed her throat—“on my part, that is. I don’t think I’ve ever come so damned quickly. You on the other hand were…” He shook his head, unable to find the right words. They were all inadequate.
It just got better from there. They couldn’t seem to get enough of one another. They had sex everywhere in the room. In the tub, in the shower, on the desk, on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, against the door, on the window sill.
Other guests complained and Gideon rented the adjacent rooms. She kept on making excuses why not to tell him about Rob. The funny thing was, when he finally found out, the divorce had been finalized. She was free and sure he would understand. Jenna had been wrong. It had cost her in a big way. When Gideon had left, he had taken a piece of her soul. He had left her a broken shell of what she was before. He had been right, there was no going back. Thankfully, that rang true for both of them. Gideon had called her his, had said that he was hers. That they belonged together. He was still holding back, but she sensed it no longer had anything to do with her.
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Gideon carried on driving a few blocks past the target, he turned at the next curb and parked the SUV. It took no time at all to lock the car and sprint back. The house was dark and quiet. For a second he was afraid that it was empty. Gideon had promised not to kill the male, Liam, but he had made no such promises about hurting him…at least just a little.
He pulled the ski mask over his head. Gideon had been sure to stitch the mouthpiece closed. He didn’t want the bastard knowing that he was a vampire. If he somehow managed to catch a glimpse of his fangs, his secret would be out. This way, the honor less male would simply assume that Gideon was a friend or a family member of Jenna’s. The less the asshole knew the better.
Gideon made his way around the house. His foot falls silent. The door was locked. All of the windows closed barring one. Gideon could hear the sounds of soft snoring from inside the house.
Thank fuck.
The bastard was there. Gideon clenched his teeth. He took a few deep breaths. He could so easily snap the male’s neck or punch a hole right through his chest. All it would take was a momentary loss of focus. Unfortunately, he had promised his female that he would allow this poor excuse for a male to continue breathing. Right now, the promise burned inside his gut.