Slowly, Gideon shook his head. The leather strips were now trailing along Jesse’s chest, flicking over his n*****s. “But it’ll happen. I promise. I want the luxury of pounding into you for hours when it does.”
Jesse’s n*****s hardened into peaks, and he tilted his head back as the flogger moved higher. His entire body shook as Gideon teased one of the bite marks, confusing his nerve endings with the teasing pressure on a spot marked for pain. “When do you think that’ll be?”
“When you least expect it.”
The sharp crack of the flogger made Jess jump, but the leather hit the sheet next to his ear, close enough for him to feel the whistle of air. Above him, Gideon’s dark eyes gleamed, and the tip of his tongue appeared as it ran along his teeth.
“I dreamed about drinking you last night,” he
