[Let go is a tall order for Harrowhark, and normally she would remind Gideon of this. Normally, though, she's not having her cunt relentlessly sucked on. She groans out a strangled swear or two, trying to hold off out of spite.

Gideon knows her body too well, though, and soon enough there are stars exploding behind her eyelids and her whole body is lit up with oxytocin. Her thighs squeeze in tight around Gideon's ears.]