Chapter 42

“Love you, Jess.” His voice was rough, muffled slightly from the pressure on his throat. “Always.”

Jesse shuddered, losing all thought of control, or of holding himself back. “Love you…love…” His thoughts scattered like water across a hot skillet. Gideon’s blunt fingers curled slightly, finding his prostate with each hard thrust forward. “Yours, Gideon. I’m…”

He hoped Gideon got the message, because that was the end of his words. The end of all sound. His lungs seized, his throat tightened, and he drove forward one final time. Deep in Gideon’s body, he finally let himself go. The room tilted, the floor rocked and shook, but Gideon remained firm beneath him, around him, holding him. Vaguely, he felt Gideon’s teeth at this throat. Just as the first powerful wave of pleasure crested, another roared above it, sweeping Jesse away. He reached the top again and again—just when he thought there was nothing left, everything broke apart, coalesced, and sent him rocking forward again.