You've made me that weak.
I hate myself like this.
I hate that I need you this much.
I hate that I'm so obsessed with you.
I hate that I love you.
Eva I attached it to an e-mail with the subject line My thoughts - uncensored and hit send.
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"Don't be afraid."
I woke to those three words and utter darkness.
The mattress dipped as Gideon sat beside me, leaning over me with his arms bracketing my body and the blankets between us, a cocoon and barrier that allowed my mind to wake without fear.
The delicious and unmistakable fragrance of his soap and shampoo mixed with the scent of his skin, soothing me along with his voice.
"Angel."
He took my mouth, his lips slanting over mine.
I touched his chest with my fingers, feeling bare skin.
He groaned and stood, bending over me so his mouth stayed connected to mine while he yanked the blankets off and away.
Then he was settling over me, his body nude and hot to the touch.
His ardent mouth moved down my throat, his hands pushing up my camisole so he could get to my br**sts.
His lips surrounded my nipple and he suckled, his weight supported by one forearm on the mattress, his other hand pushing between my legs.
He cupped my sex, his fingertip gliding over the satin along the seam of my cleft.
His tongue flickered over my nipple, making it hard and tight, his teeth sinking lightly into the taut flesh.
"Gideon!" Tears slid in rivulets down my temples, the protective numbness I'd felt earlier falling away, leaving me exposed.
I'd been withering without him, the world around me losing its vibrancy, my body hurting from its separation from his.
Having him with me .
touching me .
was like rain in a drought.
My soul unfurled for him, opening wide to soak him in.
I loved him so much.
His hair tickled my skin as his open mouth slid over my cl**vage, his chest expanding as he breathed me in, nuzzling and wallowing in my scent.
He captured the tip of my other breast with hard, deep suction.
The pleasure shot through me, echoing in the clenching of my sex against his teasing fingertip.