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I hover my mouth right over his, and murmur, “I believe you promised to fuck me so hard I’d see stars.”
He growls, and his head shoots up, taking my mouth with his, hungrily, devouring every moan and gasp and sigh that passes through my lips as he carries me up to my room. Softness hits my back and I blink up at his big frame towering over me.
“Fuck, Rosalind,” he groans as he looks down, gaze running hungrily over me. “Look at you, so fucking perfect.”
I do look and it’s then that I realize I’m naked, and I have no memory of taking off my clothes. What the fuck? Did I cast an illusion on myself to make me look naked? Did Gideon do a spell that melts clothes off? Or was I just so into making out that I literally don’t remember stripping?
All thoughts flee as Gideon reaches one hand behind his head and tears his t-shirt off, revealing acres of satiny tattooed skin. Nearly every inch of his torso and arms are covered in ink, from his wrists to his neck and down over his six-pack abs and those deep v muscles that make my insides clench in need. I’m still getting used to seeing his tattoos on display, while at Septem Stellae he always wore a long-sleeved button-up and no one looking would think he had all this ink decorating his body.
But damn, I love it so fucking much.
He smirks down at me, like he knows what’s going through my head, knows that just by taking off his shirt, my arousal has increases until my thighs are slick with it.
Maybe it should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Especially not when he flicks the button of his jeans and then shoves them down his hips, revealing his lack of any kind of underwear. Gideon Brightwater goes commando.
Who would have thought?
His cock bobs against his stomach, long and thick and so fucking gorgeous. I blink at it. “Is that?” My head tilts. “Is your cock tattooed?”
Hi chuckles and grips the base, holding it so that I can get a better look. “It is.”
I scramble up onto my knees and bend closer to get a good look at it, gently brushing one finger over the runes there, making it jump. “Did it hurt?”
I look up at him through lowered lashes. His jaw is tight. “Like a son of a bitch,” he grits out through his teeth.
I hum in my throat and dip my head to lick the tip, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum on my tongue. He groans.
“What spells did you feel you needed to tattoo on your cock? Are they all for sex?” I wrap my lips around just the tip, swirling my tongue and he groans again, before gasping out an answer.
“Some of them are for sex. There’s—fuck—one that protects against STDs, and one that protects against pregnancy. Christ, Rosalind, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I grin up at him and pop off his cock. “Just imagine how good my pussy will feel.”
Another groan tears out of him, and then he’s pushing me back, urging me to lie flat on the bed. I do so with no hesitation.
My legs part as he places a knee on the bed, gaze focused on that spot between my legs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and everything in me clenches. I want that tongue on my clit, my nipples, my neck. I want that tongue to taste every inch of me.
Gideon groans, hand clutching at his cock, squeezing and stroking just once. “Don’t say shit like that, sweetheart. I’m trying to make this good for you and I don’t think that will be accomplished by my taking you hard and fast with no foreplay.”
I arch a brow and reach between my legs to split my lips, showing him just exactly how turned on I am. A strangled sound leaves him. “You sure about that?” I murmur.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, falling on top of me. His cock nudges my entrance and then he’s inside me.
I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pulls back and thrusts in hard. So hard that I scream and move up the bed. He does it repeatedly, pounding into me, and each time I move up, until finally he snarls and puts a hand on top of my head, while the other grips my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me as hard as he wants. “Come for me, baby,” he groans. “Let me feel you clench around me. Give me one, right fucking now.”
It hits me so suddenly, overwhelming my senses as I tip my head back and moan his name loudly.
He slows after that, hips moving in a sort of circular motion that has my orgasm rippling on longer and longer. He rains kisses over my face and chest until he presses his lips against my ear. “That’s another spell on my cock, Rosalind.”
I lean back and blink up at him. “What is?” My voice already sounds scratchy, like I’d been screaming the whole time he was fucking me and hadn’t even realized it.
He bites along my jaw until his mouth meets mine. “So long as my cock is in you, I can make you come by demanding it.”
I snort in disbelief. “No, you can’t.”
He scrapes his teeth over my chin while still thrusting languidly in and out of me. “Come for me, Rosalind, right now.”
Holy fuck.Another orgasm slams into me, making my toes curl and my knees draw up tighter to his hips. I’m pretty sure I’m gasping his name over and over as my whole body shakes with pleasure.
