Avery’s POV
I lay stiff and awkward as Gideon’s mouth moved on my thigh.
I stared at the stars overhead and tried to think about anything else.
Not about how I could feel the slight scratch of stubble on his cheek where it scratched on my delicate skin.
Not about how hot his lips and tongue felt.
Not about how his strong hands gripped my thigh so firmly.
Finally, he finished.
I flinched as his hands tore the fabric of my clothing to create bandage strips. Deftly, he wrapped my leg and hauled me to my feet.
“Tha-... Thank you.” I hissed as my leg flared with pain. It was better than it had been but still hurt to put weight on it.
In a fluid, powerful motion, Gideon pulled me into his arms and lifted me.
“Do not run off again.” He growled as he carried me out of the forest
