The Bath

I instinctively, frantically tried to pull my hand back from his grip, my cheeks burning with intense, uncontrollable heat. But Gideon held my wrist firmly in his large, powerful grasp. His hold was utterly unyielding yet shockingly gentle. I watched, completely paralyzed, as his warm, rough tongue gently and methodically lapped at my bleeding wound. Every slide of his tongue sent electric, violen