Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
I need it, Tem, he said back. Give it to me.
All her walls were down, all her defenses destroyed. There was nothing Tem wanted more than to give Caspen what he wanted and get what she wanted in return.
So she let it build.
The insistent wave of pleasure grew, and Tem knew neither of them would stop it this time. Anticipation pricked up her spine; her body was tensing-coiling-preparing for release. She grasped the sheets as Caspen angled his fingers up, pulling a moan from her throat as he pressed against the very core of her. When he clamped her clitoris tightly between his teeth, she was done for.
Tem cried out as her body finally let go.
If it weren’t for their connection in her mind, she might not have known Caspen was coming too. But she felt his pleasure lace undeniably into hers, taking her further than she could have ever gone alone. As they rode their waves together, Tem felt something seal itself between them-a bond that could never be broken. They belonged to each other now; there was no going back to the way things had been before they’d shared this essential, fundamental thing.
Tem was completely wet from her climax, but it was clear Caspen had no intention of stopping. He was licking away her wetness-swallowing it-savoring it like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. There could be no mistaking his enjoyment. Even if they hadn’t been connected through their minds, she would have heard it in his groans-groans that only became more urgent the more he tasted her.
The air was getting undeniably warmer.
Tem knew they were in uncharted territory. It was impossible not to acknowledge the danger she was in-the danger they were both in. If Caspen lost control like he did last time, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t hurt her. They were all alone in his chambers; if anything happened, she was completely unprotected. Tem knew they were taking a risk. But she also knew how precious she was to him.
Caspen’s tongue was suddenly rough and coarse against her clitoris. Tem gasped at the sudden change in texture, her body jerking backward in surprise. Caspen only held her tighter, his hands clamping her hips in place, holding her down so he could lick her even deeper.
The dynamic between them was shifting.
His sole purpose was no longer only to pleasure her. Now Caspen was taking as much as he was giving-consuming her wetness like he needed it to survive. A deafening hiss filled the cave as he pushed his tongue even farther inside her. It went impossibly far-she ached as if she were being stretched. Tem moaned as he teased her clitoris and penetrated her center at the same time. Realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.
His tongue had split.
Tem recognized the extraordinary self-control Caspen must have been exhibiting in order to transition only this single part of him. Smoke rose from his shoulders, filling the air and skimming up Tem’s body in soft, shadowy streams. Tendrils curved around the sides of her breasts before flowing up her arms and pinning her wrists to the mattress.
It didn’t matter that he was a predator and she was his prey. Whatever happened next was inevitable. There was no stopping him, and she didn’t want to anyway. Caspen had a need that begged to be fulfilled. A hunger only Tem could sate.
Her legs were open wide; every part of her was exposed. He feasted on her with reckless abandon, his head dipping over and over as he ravished her with his tongue. Tem was helpless, her hands pinned above her head by the warm tendrils of smoke. It didn’t matter; she didn’t want to move anyway. There was nothing she wouldn’t let him do, no part of herself she wouldn’t give to him if he wanted it. His hunger awoke a twin flame in her-one that yearned to be fed.
Tem could do nothing but surrender-to Caspen, to herself, to pleasure.
His tongue was on her clitoris. And inside her. And when his fingers penetrated her too, she nearly came right then and there. It was too much; she was going to explode.
“Caspen!” she cried.
He only buried himself deeper. She was thrashing against the smoky constraints, her hips bucking as he stimulated something in her she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling. Everything culminated in a pinnacle, the splayed edges of her body colliding in a single perfect point. Tem’s core contracted.
With a rush of euphoric release, she came.
Caspen’s hiss of approval was deafening. There could be no doubt she was giving him exactly what he needed-that her orgasm was feeding the part of him that craved her.
Tem felt suddenly weak, as if she had just sprinted a long distance. Caspen licked her softly, and she knew he had returned his tongue once more to its human form. He pressed kisses down her inner leg, keeping his fingers inside her as he bit her thigh, pinching her skin between his teeth, surely leaving a bruise, giving her an undeniable reminder of their union.
Tem couldn’t wait to look at that bruise tomorrow.
Finally, Caspen raised his head. They looked at each other in silent awe, as if neither of them could believe what had just happened. As if what they had shared was beyond comprehension.
He propped himself up and leaned in for a kiss. His tongue slid against hers, and she tasted herself on it.
See?
The rest of his question went unsaid, but Tem knew what he was asking. There was only one answer:
Yes.
He pulled away slowly.
Caspen laid his cock between her legs, his head nearly touching her belly button.
He placed his hand over the base of his shaft, pressing it against her wetness and sliding his cock slowly through the channel of his palm, mimicking the motion she knew he wanted to do inside her.
“Tem.” His eyes raked up her body. “I need you. Now.”
She raised her gaze to his.
“So have me.”
Caspen wasted no time.
His hands grasped her hips, angling her body toward his.
The second his cock touched her, Tem’s mind went blank. She could no longer think. All she could do was feel. She felt the heat of the air and the sweat on her skin. She felt Caspen’s unrelenting gaze as he began to enter her, sliding only an inch of himself inside before sliding right back out. Even that was too much for Tem-she could barely take what he was giving her. He slid in again, going an inch farther this time.
Tem watched the point of their connection in utter awe. She couldn’t believe how good they looked together-like her body was his sanctuary and he was finally coming home.
They both wanted this. They both needed this.
Caspen’s breathing was ragged. He was concentrating hard; Tem saw once more the staggering strength it took for him to hold back. She knew he wanted nothing more than to ram himself inside her. But she also knew she couldn’t handle that, and Caspen surely knew it too. It was his duty to take care of Tem-to set the pace and keep her safe. She trusted him to take that duty seriously.
They were halfway there.
“Kiss me,” Tem whispered, desperate for more of him.
Caspen kissed her.
Tem spread her legs as much as she could, straining to take him-doing everything in her power to let him all the way in, to feel him as deeply as he wished to feel her.
At last, it was time.
Their minds were so entwined that Tem didn’t know whether it was her voice or his that spoke just a single word as he sank all the way inside her.
Finally.
It was the completion of a circle that had begun the night she’d first dreamed of him. They were always meant to end up here. All roads led to this.
Slowly, with the utmost care, Caspen pulled out.
Then he pushed back in.
Tem gasped as he established a rhythm, teaching her this one final act, legitimizing their bond with each steady thrust. She received him willingly, drinking in every inch of him. She stared up into his eyes-eyes that were blacker than the bottom of the sea. Those eyes had seen centuries of life.
Now they were seeing her.
“Do I feel good?” Tem whispered.
It was the only thing she’d wanted to know since the moment she met him. From the way he gripped her, she knew his answer. But instead of saying it out loud, Caspen sent an overwhelming surge of affirmation into Tem’s mind. He was penetrating her in more ways than one, his consciousness curled around hers like vines on a tree.
Tem. Tem. Tem.
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