Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
Tem stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Caspen met her lips with his, pulling her into his arms with monstrous strength. The kiss was everything she needed and more. It was confirmation that the risks they were taking were worth it-that they would always choose each other despite everything standing in their way.
The kiss deepened. Tem grabbed at every part of him, pulling him against her, wishing she could consume him. Everything about him made her feral, like an untamed animal that had just been let out of its cage. She focused on nothing but Caspen, pushing away everything that happened tonight, pouring herself into this moment until she was blind with desire. Her hands slid down his trousers to feel his cock. As soon as she touched him, he pulled away.
“Tem,” he said, his voice strained. “We should not.”
“Why not?”
Caspen brushed his fingers gently over her bottom lip. “It is too easy for me to lose control around you.”
Tem remembered how he’d bitten her last time. How he drew blood. “You love me,” she said.
“I do.”
She leaned into his touch. His eyes were turning black. “So control it.”
His thumb pulled at her lip, opening it. “I cannot,” he whispered.
Her hand returned to his trousers, but he stopped her before she could pull them down.
“Tem,” he said firmly. “I do not trust myself.”
“I trust you.”
Caspen only shook his head. “I have done nothing to earn it.”
“But you love me,” she said again.
“My love for you is my burden to bear.”
At his words, she pulled abruptly away. “I’m a burden to you?”
“No,” he said. “Of course not. That is not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?”
He tilted his head to the ceiling as if asking Kora for answers. “I mean that I never should have let this happen.”
She yanked herself from his grasp. “Then why did you let it happen?”
“Because I am weak.” Caspen practically yelled it.
Tem stepped back in shock.
He stepped closer. “I am weak when it comes to you, Tem. I cannot control my actions. I cannot follow logic or reason. All I think about is you. I wonder what you are doing and who you are doing it with. I obsess over every moment you are with the human prince, and I want to rip his head from his shoulders every time he touches you. It is not rational. It is not acceptable. But it is my reality, and there is nothing I can do about it.”
Tem felt suddenly faint. “Is loving me really so horrible?” she whispered.
“Of course not.”
“Are you saying I make you weak?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Then what are you saying? Are you angry with me?”
“No.”
“Is that the only word you know? Because-“
“Tem.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye. “I am not angry with you. I am angry with myself. I should have known better. I am the one who gave in to temptation. That is what I mean when I say I am weak.”
“Temptation? Is that what I am?”
His grip tightened on her shoulders. “Temptation, salvation, heaven, hell-you are everything, Tem. You are my undoing. You are beyond comprehension. There are no sufficient words to describe you, either in my language or yours.” His hands moved to her face, cupping her jaw. “My compass points to you. I could not change direction even if I wanted to.”
Tem stared into his eyes, losing herself in those bottomless black pools.
Her compass pointed to him too. It always had. They were drawn together by something bigger than themselves-something neither of them could control or reverse. Tem knew the future would not be easy for them. But she also knew there was nobody else she wanted a future with. It was the easiest thing in the world to lean in and kiss him again.
Caspen’s lips were soft, his body hard.
Even beneath his mask of restraint, Tem could feel how much he wanted her. His skin was just as hot as the flames in the fireplace, singeing her wherever she touched him. Rather than try to undress him again, Tem undressed herself, pulling off the white linen and letting it fall to the ground. Caspen’s eyes slid over her naked body, drinking in every inch of her skin.
Beautiful.
Suddenly, the barrier between them was down. His voice returned to her mind and, with it, his entire presence. Tem welcomed him easily, opening up her consciousness to accommodate his, savoring the way his mind intertwined with hers. Caspen’s hands went to her waist, tracing her curves with just his fingertips. Then he dug into the soft flesh of her hips, lifting her and setting her on the bed.
This time when Tem pulled down his trousers, he didn’t stop her. As soon as his cock was exposed, she leaned forward to taste him. Caspen held her back, remaining standing at the edge of the bed.
Turn around.
Tem turned around. A moment later, his hands were on her shoulders, pulling her down so she was flat on her back, her neck arched over the edge of the mattress. Caspen brushed a single finger along her throat, coaxing her head back even farther. From this angle, he looked like a monument. For him, the view was even better. Tem wondered if he liked her this way-her whole body laid out before him, every inch of her exposed for him to see. Caspen cradled her head in his hands.
Hold still for me.
Tem relaxed into his grip as his thumbs framed the center of her throat. Slowly, patiently, he slid his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes as he went deeper, letting him hold her in place, content to do nothing but feel how he filled her.
In and out, in and out, steady as a heartbeat.
The claw began to pulse, and immediately, Tem was aroused. Her nipples peaked, and she touched them tentatively.
Yes, Tem.
She remembered that Caspen was watching her-that she had his undivided attention-that he was looking down at everything she was doing. The thought was electrifying.
Tem squeezed her breasts. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she swore Caspen became even harder. His cock was like marble in her throat, a formidable column in limitless motion. The pulses were relentless; her back arched as her clitoris throbbed with need.
Take it out.
Tem felt for the tip of the claw, hooking her finger around it and pulling it out.
Touch yourself.
Caspen’s commands were sharp and desperate. He needed this.
Tem had to concentrate in order to obey. It required all her focus to keep her throat relaxed for him while using her hands on herself. But after a moment, it became second nature. There was nothing easier than bringing herself pleasure, and there was nothing better than doing it in front of Caspen. The room grew warmer as she slipped her fingers deep between her legs. Caspen groaned, his cock pushing even farther into her mouth. His hands left her neck and found her breasts, teasing her nipples and flicking them with his fingers.
She moaned around his cock. It was nearly agony to be stimulated in so many places at once. Being with Caspen was always like this-always new, always overwhelming, almost too much for her to handle. But Tem liked it that way. She liked how Caspen pushed her to her limits, because she knew she did the same to him. Their relationship had never been one-sided; he was just as addicted as she was.
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