Chapter 73

“Gideon…oh…I…” The words kept breaking off, and Jesse’s hands moved from Gideon’s shoulders to explore his back. Gideon knew that by the time they were finished, both of them would be battered, scratched, bloody, their flesh raw and abused. “Please…bite me…please…”

He tilted his head back as much as he could against the pillar, but Gideon ignored the marks on his throat—including the finger shaped bruises where his hand had been. Instead, he focused on Jesse’s taut nipple, darting forward to close his teeth around the tight flesh. Jesse howled as the blood flowed from his chest, coating his skin and Gideon’s chin.