Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
Suddenly, Caspen’s fingers joined hers. The angle of his cock changed as he leaned down over her, cupping her hands with his and pushing them both deeper. Tem relinquished control, letting him guide her, letting him pump their fingers in and out together. But soon, even that wasn’t enough. Caspen’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling them all the way apart. He leaned down even farther, and she lifted her hips to meet him. His tongue found the very center of her, and Tem slipped away into paradise.
There was nowhere to hide, no way to resist. Tem could only surrender to the suffocating closeness, threading her fingers into Caspen’s hair and holding his head between her legs so he was just as anchored as she was. His cock was all the way down her throat. His torso was flat against hers, his body pressing her into the bed. They were perfectly aligned-an endless circle of completion with no beginning and no end. They were one body. There was no difference between her needs and his. She used him just as he used her, both of them experiencing pleasure in a never-ending loop. Caspen’s teeth teased her clitoris as his tongue sank into her wetness. His groans vibrated against her chest, his ascension imminent.
Tem could tell Caspen was close. Yet she had to know: Do I have you?
His fingers contracted on her thighs. You have me.
A split second later, Caspen came.
For the first time, Tem tasted him-all of him. His cum was warm and soft and smooth, flowing down her throat like melted gold. She swallowed it all, eager to possess everything he was willing to give her. His cock was still in her mouth when her own orgasm arrived. Caspen groaned again, and Tem knew he was swallowing her too. She shuddered as he licked her, savoring her wetness with deep, sensual strokes. Then he stood upright, pulling his cock slowly out of her mouth. When he finally released her, Tem sat up, turning to look at him.
His eyes were black, his chest slick with sweat. Tem was sweating too, she realized, and her neck ached from holding such an unnatural angle for so long. But she didn’t mind. She liked feeling the effects of sex on her body-liked the way Caspen left his mark on her.
He was already reaching for her, pulling her into a kiss.
They kissed slowly, discovering the way they tasted together. Tem sucked gently on his lower lip. He did the same. Their mouths became gorgeously intertwined, and Tem could feel his tongue splitting in two as smoke rose from his shoulders. She kissed him deeper, pressing her body fully against his torso as his hands tangled in her hair. There was only one thing she wanted, and she spoke it into his mind:
More.
But Caspen pulled away.
“I already told you, Tem. We should not.”
His eyes were shut-she knew he was too scared to look at her. Smoke was curling around his body in probing tendrils, and the air felt as if it were on fire.
Tem placed a reassuring hand on his chest. “Please, Caspen. Try.”
He didn’t move.
She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Try for me.”
He was still for another long moment. A low, steady hiss filled the room. Then he opened his eyes. “I cannot guarantee your safety.”
She nodded. “I know.”
Tem knew he would yield. He wanted her too badly to resist. Still, it felt like time slowed to a crawl as Caspen cupped her face in his hands and looked her directly in the eye. His thoughts came to her in a devout whisper: Kora herself could not sway me as you do.
Tem smiled. Fuck me, Caspen. Now.
He smiled too, and she saw the beginnings of his fangs.
They fell back onto the mattress as Caspen centered himself between her legs. His lips were once more on hers, the head of his cock just beginning to enter her.
And how shall I fuck you?
Slowly.
Caspen slid inside her with unhurried, leisurely grace. Tem moaned at his poignant pace. It felt so unbelievably good, she barely heard him as he lowered his lips to her ear and said, “Tell me what you like.”
He’d never asked her that before. Their lessons in the cave had always been about him and, by extension, the prince. Anything Caspen knew about her sexual preferences had been learned through their experiences together. She couldn’t believe he was asking her, point blank, what she liked in bed.
“I like it when you can’t resist me.”
He kissed her jaw. “What else?”
“I like it when you turn me on in public.” She was referring to the claw.
“What else?” He murmured it against her skin, burying himself in her in every way possible.
“I like it when you make me come.”
Caspen brought his lips once more to her ear. “That is not difficult to do.”
He was still fucking her slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to do so. Tem had no idea it could feel like this-that it wasn’t always wild and fast and desperate. It was one thing to feel desired, another entirely to feel cherished. Caspen demonstrated his love with every slow thrust, matching his movements to her breathing until she was practically in a trance. He kissed her neck, arching it back so she was vulnerable-yet secure-in his arms.
Tem had never been this wet before. Now she understood what it meant to truly take him, to receive his cock the way it was meant to be received-all the way to the base, thrust after merciless deep thrust. Heat rose on her cheeks, her whole body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She felt flushed, as if she had a fever.
“Tell me what you like,” she managed to whisper.
Caspen smiled. “I like it when you say my name.”
Tem crossed her legs around him, pulling him even deeper. “What else?”
“I like it when you cannot catch your breath.”
She couldn’t catch it right now. “What else?”
“I like the sounds you make when I fuck you quickly.”
Despite what Caspen said, he didn’t fuck her quickly. He kept doing what she liked while telling her what he liked. It was exactly what Tem wanted from him, and it only turned her on even more.
Caspen’s hand went between her legs. He massaged her clitoris gently, syncing the motion with his thrusts so that every time he went all the way inside her, his fingers applied even more pressure. It was almost beyond what Tem could handle.
“I know you like that,” Caspen said quietly.
Tem couldn’t even nod. He was guiding her toward her climax-getting her ready for release. His eyes were black pools, watching her in complete rapture. She wanted to come for him, to show him how devoted she was to their union-to show him that she was his.
Just when she was moments away, Caspen retreated, rolling onto his back. “Ride me,” he ordered.
Tem obeyed, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock with a shameless moan. She jerked her hips quickly, chasing the euphoria she knew was imminent. They were surrounded by smoke: Caspen was alternating between shutting his eyes and staring at her neck, and she knew he was fighting to stay in control. Tem would not make it easy for him.
Her orgasm was building, building, building inside her-growing with ferocious determination, threatening to drown her in its insistency. She was seconds away again, and this time, she would let nothing stop her. Tem dug her fingernails into Caspen’s skin, anchoring herself in the moment. It was heaven to ride him like this, to take ownership over her own pleasure and get herself where she needed to go.
Tem cried out as she soared into ecstasy.
The moment she finished, a change came over Caspen, and she knew he was done holding back. He grabbed her breasts so hard that she yelped. The second she did so, he released her, skimming his palms down the curve of her waist and squeezing her ass with both hands.
“I can’t keep up with you,” she gasped.
At her words, Caspen sat up straight, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against him. For a moment, they were both perfectly still, their lips centimeters apart, their bodies intrinsically intertwined. Tem could feel Caspen’s heart beating steadily in his chest, so much slower than her own, which was galloping like a wild horse. She felt knowledge in his heartbeat-a deep, vast knowing that had been around far longer than she was alive and would exist far past her death. She wondered how long that heart had been beating.
Then Caspen arched his hips, penetrating her rhythmically from below. He held her gaze, watching her calmly as her breath hitched with every thrust.
“Please, Caspen,” she breathed.
Tem didn’t even know what she was begging for.
His grip tightened, holding her in place as he thrust into her again and again. She was on top but he was in control, setting the pace like he always did. Tem shut her eyes and moaned, surrendering to him because it felt too good not too, surrendering to him because she had no other choice.
“Tell me,” she gasped. “Tell me how you feel about me.” She needed to hear him say it. Now, while they were joined together.
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