Chapter 30

The strokes gradually lengthened, though Gideon kept the same, languorous tempo. He might have wanted to keep their activity private, but the mattress began to squeak, its creaks matching Gideon’s thrusts into his ass.

In contrast to how he’d used his fangs down below, his touch now was quite delicate, nicking only every once in a while, never taking more than a drop or two. That didn’t mean his kisses were stingy. On the contrary, his mouth stayed on Jesse’s, his tongue constantly questing, his lips seeking out every corner.