Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
He stepped forward, gathering her in his arms. As soon as his skin touched hers, Tem felt her resolve fade. He smelled good, and he felt even better. Her body had missed him, even if her brain was furious with him. By the time they got to his chambers, Caspen’s hands were already sliding her dress from her shoulders, and Tem didn’t tell him to stop.
Caspen threw her on the bed the second she was naked, pulling her legs open and sliding his cock deep inside her. His thrusts were relentless; she could barely catch her breath.
Tem rolled so that she was on top, forcing him to look at her. “Caspen,” she whispered. It was neither a prayer nor an admonition.
“What do you want, Tem? Name it.”
In answer, Tem pushed Caspen down, his broad shoulders hitting the mattress as he stared up at her. She moved her hips lazily, as if she had nowhere to be but here. “Tell me you love me,” she whispered as she rode him.
“I love you.”
“Tell me I’m everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“You are everything I have ever wanted.”
“Tell me I fulfill you.”
“You fulfill me.” He cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her all the way down his cock. “Kora, do you fulfill me.”
She fucked him slowly, savoring every word. The affirmations were nearly better than the sex. Hearing how he felt about her turned her on beyond anything he could possibly do with his body.
“This is it for me, Tem,” Caspen moaned. “You are it for me.”
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
“You had better.”
Tem’s orgasm built slowly, corresponding directly with the self-assured movements of her hips. She was pleasuring herself-giving to herself-making sure Caspen knew she was not to be taken for granted. The moment she reached her summit, Caspen grabbed her hips, angling himself so he could thrust into her from below.
His hips jerked once, twice, and on the third time, he pulled out suddenly, slapping his cock up against her stomach, finishing on her skin.
Without missing a beat, Tem grabbed his shaft, gripping him tightly and coaxing every last drop of cum from the tip. Just when she was sure he was done, she leaned down, cupping her mouth over his sensitive head, sucking hard-just once-before looking at him.
He was a mess for her. His eyes were black, his expression utterly devoted.
“Tem,” he whispered. “Do that again.”
She smiled. “Say please.”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Please.”
Who was she to deny him?
She lowered her head, tracing her tongue along the tip of his cock. Already, she could feel him becoming hard again. Such was the basilisk way.
“All of it, Tem. Put me in your mouth. I know you can do it.”
His words were a broken gasp. She savored his desire. It was incredible to hear him need her so much. It was always her needing him. Now their roles were reversed, and Tem found she liked it.
“Beg,” she whispered. “Beg me, Caspen.”
“A king does not beg.”
“He does for his queen.”
He groaned, and his hand went to the back of her neck. “Suck my cock, Tem. Please. I beg of you.”
Tem traced the tip of him with her tongue. Still teasing him-still refusing to yield. “What would you forsake for me?” she whispered.
“Everything.”
She nipped her teeth over the smooth curve of his head, cupping his balls in her palm. She squeezed. “Your title?”
“Yes.”
Another squeeze. “Your father?”
“Yes.”
She allowed herself to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, the muscles in his jaw clenched to the point of exertion.
“Do you mean that?” she whispered.
His eyes flew open. “You know I cannot lie.”
It was enough for her.
Tem took his cock in her mouth, pulling his full length down her throat. From the way he groaned, she knew he was watching her do everything he’d begged her to do. It was exhilarating to have him like this-defenseless, completely at her mercy. Caspen was a powerful creature. And he belonged to her.
“Tem,” he moaned, his fingers twisting in her hair.
When he came, she swallowed every last drop of him. She released his cock, positioning herself above his body so they were face-to-face. “What am I to you?” she whispered.
Caspen lifted his lips to hers, whispering a single word into her mouth. “Everything.”
They lay together afterward, content to do nothing but touch each other.
Tem knew eventually she would have to return to the castle. But that meant returning to Leo, and she wasn’t ready to do that yet. Besides, she hadn’t come here just for sex.
“I saw my father,” she said quietly.
Caspen was gently fingering her. He paused before murmuring, “How was he?”
“Barely alive.”
His fingers went deeper. “I told you not to go.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
His mouth twitched. “That I know.” He was still touching her. But the time for sex had passed. There was business to attend to now.
“Caspen.” Tem pushed his hand away. “Adelaide said our engagement was bound by blood. What does that mean?”
Caspen’s eyes went to the golden claw around her neck. He touched it. “It means that when I gave you this, my blood bound our lives together,” he said. “It is an ancient magic, and it is irreversible.”
Tem absorbed this information in shock. “So if I die…”
Caspen finished quietly, “I die.”
She was floored by his admission, shocked by the lengths to which he would go in order to be with her and her alone. Tem should be angry that he’d done this-and so many other things-without asking. But for once, she couldn’t seem to muster any rage. The risk of the blood bond was far greater for Caspen than it was for her. There was little chance he would die, from natural causes or otherwise. Tem, on the other hand, was a hybreed. She was a weapon; she would always have a target on her back. She had not yet mastered her basilisk side; she was vulnerable.
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