Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
Just her name. Over and over.
He said it as if he could never say it enough-as if he were grounding himself in this moment, right here, with her. Tem had never been adored like this before. Caspen’s joy vibrated from his body to hers in an endless current. She couldn’t believe she was the source of such rapture. He wanted nothing and no one but her.
All the times he’d been teaching her how to seduce the prince, he’d also been learning how to seduce her. He knew everything about her body; he knew how and where she liked to be touched and how long to do it for.
And she knew the same.
Weeks of lessons had made Tem fluent in the language Caspen taught her to speak. She knew if she arched her neck, his nostrils would flair as he inhaled her scent. She knew if she squeezed his throat, he’d squeeze hers in return.
Caspen. Caspen. Caspen.
She chanted his name back, showing him his joy was reciprocated-showing him they were unbreakable. Caspen kissed her as he fucked her, his tongue moving as if it were made to dance with hers. He had been holding out on her, she realized. He was so good at sex. Impossibly good. Centuries of training had turned him into some kind of intuitive beast-a beast that knew exactly how to fuck her.
He guided her into different positions, showing her all the ways they could be with each other. First, he sat back on his knees, lifting her hips so he could watch her take his cock. Then, he returned to her, pulling her legs over his shoulders so they were interlocked like puzzle pieces. It was intimate beyond belief; they were so close that Tem could see her reflection in his pupils. She moaned as he slid in and out of her, his cock unbelievably hard, his pace as steady as the tides.
Tem lost all track of time. There were no windows in Caspen’s chambers, and it was impossible to tell whether hours or minutes were passing. Just when she thought she couldn’t go on, Caspen sent her an insistent wave of his own desire, which was ten times the caliber of her own. She couldn’t believe she was having this effect on him. She’d always known it was difficult for him to resist her, but now that she was in his mind, she saw exactly what it was like for him to be with her in this way.
Every sound she made sent him into a furor. He sought pleasure from her pleasure. He had waited so long for this, and now she was finally here, wrapped around his cock, his for the taking. He never wanted to let her go.
Eventually, Caspen slid his hands up her thighs, turning her onto her side. He was behind her now, nudging her legs open with his knee in order to give his fingers access to her clitoris. Tem gasped as he touched her and fucked her at the same time. It was everything she’d dreamed of and more. It was heaven, plain and simple.
They stayed that way for a long time-longer than Tem thought was possible. No doubt Caspen could tell how much she liked it. Her wetness was on his cock, on his fingers, on the sheets. She wasn’t embarrassed; she knew it was exactly what he wanted. Every few minutes, he raised his fingers to his mouth to taste her before touching her again.
Just when she felt her orgasm begin to build, Caspen turned her around. They faced each other on the mattress, and for a moment, he merely stared at her. He didn’t say a word-either out loud or in her mind. But Tem saw everything he was feeling as clearly as if he had told her himself. She saw how much this entire evening had meant to Caspen-how much pleasure it brought him to see her like this: vulnerable, naked, spread out in front of him. She was all his.
Caspen reached for her.
This time, it was quicker than before. Tem could barely breathe, but it didn’t matter. She knew what was coming; she knew they were almost there.
Caspen’s skin was scalding. The smoke had returned, threading into Tem’s hair and skimming hotly up her back. She was wet with sweat, but it didn’t matter; so was he.
There was only one thing left to ask.
Together?
Caspen’s response was the perfect mirror of hers.
Together.
The threads of their consciousness joined into a single stream, rushing toward their inevitable conclusion. They had finished together before, but not like this-not while he was inside her. If Tem hadn’t had those previous experiences with Caspen, she might’ve been scared of what was about to happen, of exposing herself in such a way in front of him. Instead, she felt only an overwhelming wave of bliss as he took what he needed from her and she took what she needed from him. It was a basic truth: she was made for Caspen, and Caspen was made for her.
Tem.
Even in orgasm, her name was his beacon.
Caspen.
Finally, they came.
He held her face to his, their mouths consuming each other’s moans. It felt as if Tem were unleashing a lifetime of trying to fit into a box that was too small for her-two decades worth of trying and failing to find her place in a world that didn’t care who she was and didn’t expect her to be anything more. Her place was here. With Caspen.
Extraordinary.
Tem barely heard him. She felt only the most intense and searing pleasure she’d ever felt in her life as she fell apart, just for him.
In the aftermath, Tem knew peace.
One look at Caspen told her he knew the same. His face was relaxed, his expression the most carefree she had ever seen it. He was looking only at her; nothing else drew his focus. She was the most important thing in the world to him. As he was to her.
Tem ran her fingers through his hair. She’d always wanted to do that.
Caspen took her hand in his, turning it over and kissing the freckles on her palms before trailing his lips up her wrist. He kissed her inner elbow, her shoulder, her collarbone. He dipped his head to her breasts.
“Caspen,” she whispered, pulling his face back up to hers.
“Tem.”
“Do you do this with all the girls?”
To her surprise, he laughed. “No.” He kissed her. “I do not.”
She’d only half meant the question. But she was still glad to hear his answer.
Caspen looked her in the eye, becoming suddenly still. “Was it everything you hoped for?”
Now it was Tem’s turn to laugh. She couldn’t believe he was asking her that. “Yes,” she said. “And more.”
He nodded. “Next time you will come twice.”
“Next time?”
“I plan on doing this many times with you, Tem. If you will allow it.”
She laughed again. “I’ll allow it.”
He kissed her.
Tem felt his cock press against her. He was already on his way to being hard.
“Seriously?” she said.
The corner of Caspen’s mouth twitched. “Such is the basilisk way.”
They fucked again and again.
There wasn’t a single moment Caspen wasn’t inside her. Her body was a drug, and he was an addict getting his fix. Tem was no better-she couldn’t get enough of him. They fucked so many times Tem became unbearably sore; she wasn’t used to this much sex, and her entire body began to bear the consequences of Caspen’s touch. Her back ached from arching it; her throat was raw from crying out; her lips became bruised from his bite. Despite her pain, she only wanted him more, and she had him again and again, even after it felt impossible to go on.
Finally, Tem was spent. Every thrust was agony; her entire body ached. She could no longer pretend she wasn’t in pain, and she was afraid if they kept going, she might start to bleed.
“We should stop,” Caspen whispered. His lips were against her ear, his cock still inside her. “I am hurting you.”
Tem couldn’t deny it. He was in her mind, and she knew he could feel her body’s protests. He pulled out of her slowly, removing his length one inch at a time.
“Aren’t you tired?” she asked when she was empty.
He chuckled. “No. Not in the least.”
She pulled him back toward her. “Then I can try-“
“Tem.” He clasped his hand around her wrist. “No.”
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