Page 37 of Bitten By the Basilisk

“Only, I’ve never felt it this strongly,” he murmured against her throat, working his way down her body one kiss at a time. “It’s never felt this right.”

She shuddered against him, the scent of her arousal spiking. He sank lower in the water, until he was level with her breasts, their dark tips already stiff. He pulled one into the suction of his mouth and pinched the other, teasing both with tugs and swipes.

She writhed within his one-armed hold around her waist, gasping and moaning, one hand clinging to his shoulder, the other tangled in his hair.

When the smell of her slick became too strong to resist, he continued his descent, hooking his arms under her knees and lifting her thighs onto his shoulders. To get the angle he needed, he slipped his hands under her ass and tilted her pelvis back, but while he was supporting most of her weight, Alice was forced to brace her hands on the shelf beneath her to help keep her balance.

“We s-shouldn’t,” she begged, even as her pussy dripped with excitement.

“And yet we’re about to,” he uttered before burying his face between her legs. He licked up her slick, wiggling his tongue to find every trace, then teased her clit to produce more, the taste and heat of her cunt turning him on almost as much as her cries of pleasure, which grew louder and harsher the closer he brought her to orgasm.

She used her leverage to rock her hips forward, her glutes flexing in his hands. As turned on as her eagerness made him, he didn’t want her setting the pace; the longer he delayed her next peak, the more time he would have to break her with pleasure.

He knew she was near when her thighs squeezed his head and her breaths grew strangled. Though he desperately wanted her to come right on his tongue, he released her weight onto the shelf, pried her legs apart, and pulled back.

“No!” she pleaded, reaching for his head. “Please, don’t stop.”

Breaths ragged, he plucked her from the shelf and bent her over the opposite side of the tub, her upper body lying across the front side of the bath’s wide rim. The basin was too deep for her to rest her knees on the bottom, but her toes found purchase to either side of his body.

Crouching behind her, he spread her thighs and pulled the cheeks of her ass open, baring all of her to him. The sight made his cock throb with need.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Wait, I-I’m not so sure about this position.” She tried to twist away from his hold, but he held her in place with his hand on her back and resumed tonguing her pussy from behind.

Her struggles ceased as her breath hitched, and she released a sharp moan. To his covetous delight, she spread her thighs wider and arched her back, tilting her ass up to give him full access. Her position let him tease her clit while catching her slick on his tongue. Even then, it dripped from his chin.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she whispered, her thighs trembling. She was close again.

He pushed her to the brink, waited until she was taking in short gasps, her spine bent in a tense arch. Then he took his tongue away, seconds before she would have flooded his mouth with her release.

“No! No, please!” she rasped, flailing her arm behind her. “Why did you stop again?”

Her frustrated whimper nearly broke him, nearly had him sucking her clit until her cry of ecstasy filled the bathroom. Her pleasure drove him even more than his own, and denying it physically hurt.

He caught her swinging wrist and rose to his knees behind her, his cock so stiff it jutted straight out from his body. Their reflection in the vanity’s mirror showed him in a position of dominance over her, backed by the massive image of the mythical basilisk. As he grasped her waist with his free hand, he met her pleading gaze in the mirror.

“You want to come, kitten?” he asked, his voice rough with need. He eased his hips forward to brush the head of his cock against her swollen pussy lips.

She made a whining sound in her throat that ended with a moaned yes, her body straining to offer him the deepest angle, desperate to be filled.

As he was equally desperate to wedge his cock inside her, resisting the urge to thrust had him speaking in a tight voice. “Then tell me you’ll accompany me on a second date.”

The hard breath she let out as well as her incredulous expression in the mirror told him she understood he wouldn’t get her off unless she agreed. “Seriously?”

“Have I said something in the last moment to make you think I’m joking?” He teased her again with his cock, pushing the head along the seam of her sex, from her hole to her clit, before pulling back to do it again. Each time, more of her slick—and his—coated the throbbing tip. “Now say you’ll give me a second date.”

Alice let out a weak sob, tugging against his firm grip on her wrist, which he was careful to maintain without hurting her. “I’ll…consider it.”

Her soft refusal only provoked his need to claim her. To make her his. He would overcome her doubts, prove to her that the pull between them was as undeniable as it was rare. He would use every advantage and resource he had available to him. Right now, it was the promise of pleasure.

“Uh-uh,” he intoned in admonishment. “Either say yes to get what we both want, or say no and I’ll go clean up the kitchen—where you came so hard that I’ll have to mop the floor.”

Her body shuddered beneath his hand on her waist, her eyes in the mirror full of both need and distress. Though it was as torturous for him as it would be for her, he flexed the specialized muscles that made his cock vibrate, and resumed his slow swipes against her dripping cunt. She held her lips shut but could not hold back a startled moan, breathing deeply through her nostrils.

“Yes,” she rasped on a tight exhalation.

He clenched his jaw and raised his chin, a roar of triumph rapidly filling his chest, suffusing every inch of his skin with heat, with purpose.

Her capitulation further inflamed his instinct to prove his claim. The upper canines of his human teeth ached to manifest his fangs, to bite her shapely shoulder and inject just enough venom to keep her limp while he pleasured her to his satisfaction, to reward each of her orgasms with his seed.