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CHAPTER 17: STEALING BREATH
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2026-10-06 00:06:21POV: Callum Miller
Surrounded by the dark, claustrophobic smell of cedarwood and fresh cotton, my lungs were already screaming from holding my breath in the hallway. I let out a ragged, desperate gasp into the pitch black, my chest heaving against Gideon’s broad sternum as I dragged in cool air.
"Breathe, sweet boy," Gideon rumbled into the shadows.
Before I could clear my head or steady my trembling knees, his broad hand moved up from my ribcage, his fingers wrapping firmly around the back of my neck. His grip was thick, warm, and anchoring, pinning my head in place with effortless physical dominance.
He tilted my face upward in the dark.
"Open your mouth for me," he commanded, his low baritone vibrating against my lips a split second before he leaned down and claimed them.
The kiss didn't begin softly. It crashed over me like an irresistible, heavy tide…deep, authoritative, and utterly possessive.
His mouth moved over mine with a dark, commanding intensity that stole the breath right out of my lungs for the second time in three minutes. His lips were firm, demanding, and tasted faint of black coffee and cool rain. He parted my trembling lips, taking full, unyielding ownership of my senses.
A sharp, quiet whimper echoed from the back of my throat, instantly swallowed by his heavy kiss.
My hands flew up to his broad shoulders, my fingers desperately clutching at the dark fabric of his tactical shirt just to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me. My knees felt like water. The sheer physical power of his hold…the massive hand anchoring the nape of my neck, the heavy weight of his body pinning me to the shelf…completely unraveled every last shred of my composure.
Gideon didn't let up. He leaned further into me, pressing me flush against the closet shelf behind me while his mouth thoroughly worked mine, drinking in my helpless, submissive sighs.
Every second of contact sent a wave of intense heat straight down into my core, until I was trembling against him in the pitch dark, completely helpless under his touch. I was drowning in the sheer presence of him, completely submissive to the man holding my neck.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't pull away.
His forehead rested against mine in the darkness, both of us breathing heavily into the tiny space between our faces. My mouth stayed open, parted and gasping for air, as tears of pure sensory overload tracked warm paths down my flushed cheeks.
Gideon’s broad hand tightened slightly at the nape of my neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin right beneath my hairline, holding me completely still under his gaze even in the dark.
"Look at how easily you melt," Gideon rough-praised softly, his voice a low, raspy vibration that echoed straight into my chest. "One command, one touch, and you surrender every breath in your body to me."
"C-Captain..." I whimpered, my voice small, broken, and thoroughly wrecked. "Please..."
"Please what, handsome?" he rumbled, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth as he spoke, teasing my sensitive skin. "Tell me what you want."
"I... I'm yours," I confessed into the dark, my fingers tightening on his shoulders, completely incapable of hiding the burning need consuming me. "I belong to you, Commander... please..."
"You do," Gideon whispered darkly, his thumb rubbing a firm, possessive circle into the nape of my neck. "Every inch of you belongs to me under this roof. Every breath you take, every sound you make, is mine."
He dipped his head down, pressing a firm, heavy kiss to the side of my neck, right over my thrumming pulse point. His stubble grazed my sensitive skin, leaving a hot, stinging mark that made my entire frame shudder with helpless surrender.
"You're going to stay quiet for the rest of the day," Gideon commanded, his tone shifting back into that unyielding military steel. "You're going to carry this feeling through dinner. And when I call for you later, you will answer instantly. Do you understand me, Callum?"
"Y-yes, sir," I whispered, my mouth pressing against his jaw as I trembled against him. "Yes, Commander."
Gideon held me pinned against the shelf for three more agonizingly perfect seconds, letting the weight of his absolute authority sink deep into my soul before he slowly released his grip on my neck.
He reached back, pushing the closet door open and stepping out into the corridor, smoothing his dark shirt with complete, terrifying composure.
"Clean up your face and put the linens away, kid," Gideon said calmly from the doorway, his voice returning to that distant, impenetrable tone of my father's guest.
I leaned back against the dark closet shelf, gasping for air with my hand pressed against my bruised, tingling lips…completely marked, thoroughly claimed, and hopelessly surrendered to my Commander.
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