Freya did not protest at all. Her eyes lit up instead, and she nodded quickly, almost desperately, before dropping to her knees in front of him.
The sink was right beside them, water still running softly, but neither of them even noticed.
Her hands gripped his thighs as she leaned in and bit down lightly on his zipper before pulling it down slowly. His underwear had already formed a clear tent, straining against the fabric as if it had been waiting for her.
She swallowed when she remembered how big he was.
"Do you need a condom?" Gideon asked, his breathing already uneven.
Just the sight of her kneeling there, eyes burning with hunger, was enough to make his pulse spike.
"No…" she whispered. "I want to taste your seeds."
If they had not had sex the night before, he might have actually choked hearing something so shameless come out of her innocent-looking face.
He smirked. "Alright. But don't make a mess. Your mother will notice. She's sharp, and I still can't read her."
