“God, nobody has ever tasted as good as you do, boy.” The words dried his balls slightly as Gideon sat back. He rose to his feet and brought the pinwheel with him, light tracks up Jesse’s spine to stop and circle at his nape. Like his legs, it didn’t break the skin, but it was enough to keep the shivers coming, uncontrollable and unending. “Have I told you yet how much I love you?”
Jesse knew exactly how much Gideon loved him. He didn’t need to be told. But it didn’t matter what he knew, what he thought, what they experienced together. Because Gideon’s low words still left him breathless. Knowing he had to answer Gideon’s direct question, he shook his head and murmured, “No, Sir.”
Gideon’s broad hand cupped the back of his head, holding Jesse firm as the toy continued to score over his skin. His fanged mouth grazed over Jesse’s, followed slowly by his tongue, and the first hints of coppery blood seeped past Jesse’s lips.