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be displeased to find you so,” he said in a rough whisper.
Snatched from his sleep by the scraping of metal across stone, the guard jerked to attention and looked up at Gideon with both anger and confusion in his blurry eyes.
“Who are you?” the guard asked.
“Rise,” Gideon directed, allowing the radiance of his golden gaze to enthrall the guard. The man wore no chain mail or metal helm. Obviously he didn’t take his assignment seriously. Gideon grasped his hair and jerked his head to one side, exposing his throat.
Deepening his mental control, Gideon ensured the guard’s silence as he sank his fangs into the human’s neck. Rich, warm blood filled his mouth and soothed his ravaged composure. He drank deeply but halted before any real harm was done to the mortal. He never killed to feed, though he often fed from the victims of his sword. Finding fresh blood on a battlefield was never difficult. Protecting his ultra-sensitive skin from the sunlight had always been more of a challenge.
A creature of light, forced to hide from the sun—it was despicable.
He sealed the wound with the careful sweep of his tongue and dematerialized before releasing his hold on the guard’s mind. The human would remember nothing and would attribute his weakness to lack of sleep or something he had eaten.
Gideon chuckled as he passed through the darkness, becoming part of the night. As Gabriel had said, it would have been simple for him to rid Naomi’s mind of what she had seen. With each passing year, his ability to control humans grew. He could erase or manipulate memories with little effort.
He didn’t consciously choose his destination but suddenly he floated above Naomi’s narrow cot. She lay on her side, curled like a child. He sank toward her and gently penetrated her mind. Instead of taking the memory as Gabriel suggested, Gideon infused her dreams with sensual images and burning desire. She moaned, rolling onto her back.
Gideon burned with the need to materialize and touch her. He shifted restlessly, pulling back from her mind before the desire to take her overwhelmed him completely.
He was playing with fire.
Passing through the thatched roof, Gideon soared straight up and joined with the sky.
Soon!
The word was whispered on the wind before it dissipated into the darkness.
* * * * *
Gideon’s mouth descended along her throat, across her shoulder, onto her breast. Why was she naked? She never slept without a modest garment. His eager lips closed around her nipple, drawing firmly on the sensitive peak. She moaned, arching her back, pushing herself more deeply into his mouth. He caught her nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Tingling heat swirled through her chest, spiraling deep into her body, igniting her woman’s core.
This was wrong. He should not be taking such liberties and she should not be enjoying his carnality!
Her body melted, liquid heat easing the way for his penetration. She spread her legs, accepting his presence between them shamelessly. She wanted him, needed him, burned for him.
Caressing her legs, her hips, his hands never stopped moving, all the while his mouth adored her breasts, suckling firmly.
He took her hand and guided it downward, closing her fingers around his thick shaft. She trembled. He would thrust this inside her. This would fill her and complete her. She tried to guide him closer, to move him to her entrance, but the image wavered, fading…
Naomi sprang up in bed, barely managing to stifle a moan. She pressed her hand to her chest and felt the frantic pounding of her heart. Where was she? Distorted images and fragments of memory combined, melding until she wasn’t sure what was real and what she had only imagined.
Shifting on the narrow cot, she took several deep breaths and looked around. The first rays of dawn colored the room in pinks and gold. She was back in the infirmary yet had no idea how she had gotten here.
Her mind was muddled. Sensual
Snatched from his sleep by the scraping of metal across stone, the guard jerked to attention and looked up at Gideon with both anger and confusion in his blurry eyes.
“Who are you?” the guard asked.
“Rise,” Gideon directed, allowing the radiance of his golden gaze to enthrall the guard. The man wore no chain mail or metal helm. Obviously he didn’t take his assignment seriously. Gideon grasped his hair and jerked his head to one side, exposing his throat.
Deepening his mental control, Gideon ensured the guard’s silence as he sank his fangs into the human’s neck. Rich, warm blood filled his mouth and soothed his ravaged composure. He drank deeply but halted before any real harm was done to the mortal. He never killed to feed, though he often fed from the victims of his sword. Finding fresh blood on a battlefield was never difficult. Protecting his ultra-sensitive skin from the sunlight had always been more of a challenge.
A creature of light, forced to hide from the sun—it was despicable.
He sealed the wound with the careful sweep of his tongue and dematerialized before releasing his hold on the guard’s mind. The human would remember nothing and would attribute his weakness to lack of sleep or something he had eaten.
Gideon chuckled as he passed through the darkness, becoming part of the night. As Gabriel had said, it would have been simple for him to rid Naomi’s mind of what she had seen. With each passing year, his ability to control humans grew. He could erase or manipulate memories with little effort.
He didn’t consciously choose his destination but suddenly he floated above Naomi’s narrow cot. She lay on her side, curled like a child. He sank toward her and gently penetrated her mind. Instead of taking the memory as Gabriel suggested, Gideon infused her dreams with sensual images and burning desire. She moaned, rolling onto her back.
Gideon burned with the need to materialize and touch her. He shifted restlessly, pulling back from her mind before the desire to take her overwhelmed him completely.
He was playing with fire.
Passing through the thatched roof, Gideon soared straight up and joined with the sky.
Soon!
The word was whispered on the wind before it dissipated into the darkness.
* * * * *
Gideon’s mouth descended along her throat, across her shoulder, onto her breast. Why was she naked? She never slept without a modest garment. His eager lips closed around her nipple, drawing firmly on the sensitive peak. She moaned, arching her back, pushing herself more deeply into his mouth. He caught her nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Tingling heat swirled through her chest, spiraling deep into her body, igniting her woman’s core.
This was wrong. He should not be taking such liberties and she should not be enjoying his carnality!
Her body melted, liquid heat easing the way for his penetration. She spread her legs, accepting his presence between them shamelessly. She wanted him, needed him, burned for him.
Caressing her legs, her hips, his hands never stopped moving, all the while his mouth adored her breasts, suckling firmly.
He took her hand and guided it downward, closing her fingers around his thick shaft. She trembled. He would thrust this inside her. This would fill her and complete her. She tried to guide him closer, to move him to her entrance, but the image wavered, fading…
Naomi sprang up in bed, barely managing to stifle a moan. She pressed her hand to her chest and felt the frantic pounding of her heart. Where was she? Distorted images and fragments of memory combined, melding until she wasn’t sure what was real and what she had only imagined.
Shifting on the narrow cot, she took several deep breaths and looked around. The first rays of dawn colored the room in pinks and gold. She was back in the infirmary yet had no idea how she had gotten here.
Her mind was muddled. Sensual
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