Page 63 of Miserable Marionette

My words are cut off as his deft, eager tongue finds my nipple, sucking it wholly into his mouth. I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as I try to what? Get closer? Escape? It’s all too much and not enough because Gideon is everywhere.

Because Gideon loves me. He didn’t say it, but it’s what he meant.

Gideon has always loved me.

His dark eyes flick up, watching my face contort in pleasure as he sucks once more, only to let off the swollen, abused nub and attack the flesh beside it. He bites down, and I can’t hide the moan that leaves my throat as he sucks that skin too. I’m brainless, my core throbbing with each new mark by the time he comes up for air. What I see on my own skin should piss me off. It should irritate and disgust me like love marks have before. Instead, my flush creeps deeper toward the abused flesh.

Gideon is panting as he grinds the hardened length of his cock between my thighs, the pressure making my toes curl. His breath is hot and minty as he presses another desperate kiss to my lips. “You’re mine, Audrey. Tell me.”

“Gid—" I nearly choke on my own gasp as his teeth meet my flesh roughly. “Yes, yes, god yes! I’m yours.”

His mouth finds my neck, but now his hands are on my ass, forcing my hips up as he makes me meet him thrust for thrust. “Swear it, puppet. You’re mine no matter what.”

“Yes, Gideon, please.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you!”

“Fuck, Audrey,” he groans, his hips shunting violently against me.

I barely register that he has come, so lost in my own feverish need when he jerks off his slacks and dress shirt, but the evidence is there. And why does that only drive my own need to Chernobyl levels? I follow his lead, fumbling with the button on my own jeans. It occurs to me belatedly, as he takes over, slipping them down my legs, that he’s no less hard for it. That Gideon’s cock is ruddy and throbbing, his shaft smeared with his own cum, the tip still weeping.

Where he was feverish, angry, and desperate before, he’s now slow, making me whine in protest.

Until his hands find my bare flesh, running up the length of my legs from the ankle to my aching center. When he reaches the raised bend of my knees, swapping to the backs of my legs, I decide I’m not above begging. “Gideon, please touch me.”

“You’re so fucking perfect. How could I ever have recreated this?” he murmurs mostly to himself, reverently like an artist looking at his canvas.

My brow furrows, but my heart is full. Just as I open my mouth, he takes it again, my nails scoring his toned, lean arms as I feel him notch in my core. He doesn’t let me up for air, my gasp swallowed by him as he sinks deep, my core soaked and gripping. It’s the sound he makes, some magical cross between a moan and a whine that has me hurtling for the finish line before he’s even started. Gideon pitches forward, fucking into me as his hands find my head, forcing my attention to him. My taut nipples brush his chest as he whispers my name between kisses and thrusts like it’s the only language he knows.

My climax is blinding, and it hits me out of nowhere, jerking me to heights I’ve never been. I cry out, meeting him thrust for thrust, hooking my legs over his tapered hips. His answering groan and our haggard breathing are the only sounds in my ears as he follows me over the edge, his forehead pressed to mine. My mind is reeling as the haze shifts, letting the reality of everything sink in way deep. I just had sex with Gideon.

He sees it.

He sees it when the tears burst free in my eyes, sudden and harsh while he’s still seated deep inside me.

“Shhh, Audrey. I’ve got you.”

His words undo me. “I—" I sob. “I missed you every day. I missed you so much.”

“I know, I know,” he answers, his hands working overtime to clear every tear seconds after they fall.

“I didn’t move on, I swear it. It was always you, Gideon. There was always only you for me.”

I watch my words sink into those cold blue eyes, blue eyes that had for so long been my constant, watchful, steady companion. Blue eyes that were the star in my nightmares after that. Blue eyes that can fix me. Fix everything. “Never again. I’ll never let you out of my sight again,” he vows.

“Wherever you go, Gideon, I want to go too,” I plead. “I can’t… I can’t lose you again.”

His lips find mine, but this is more than a kiss; it’s a promise. “Wherever I go.”

“Mr. Bell! You up there!?”

Gideon groans, kissing me harder. “Ignore him.”

I laugh through my tears, making Gideon twitch inside me. “You can’t ignore Pastor Lemmings. Go.”

“No.”