Page 270 of Kneel Before Me

Caspen wanted to do it more than anything. He wanted to push her hand aside and use his own instead. He wanted to slide his cock inside her and make her cry out with pleasure. It was fruitless to resist, and yet, that was exactly what he had to do. He leaned down even farther, lowering his face so it was directly over hers. He was so close to touching her, his chest an inch away.

“You will do it.”

Her eyes held his for a moment too long. Desire had made a fool of Caspen before, and it was doing so again now. But he could not clear his mind, could not focus on anything but Tem. Her allure made it impossible to form a coherent thought. She was as inevitable as the dawn.

“Stand up straight.”

Tem had given him an order.

Would Caspen obey? He desperately wanted to. He wanted to yield to her the same way she had yielded to him—to cede his power in a reciprocal motion. Such a concession was unheard of. Caspen had never yielded to anyone, much less a human woman. But this was no ordinary woman. This was Tem.

So Caspen stood up straight.

She was already touching herself again. Caspen watched as her movements quickened, syncing with her frantic heartbeat. This time he did not bother resisting. He touched himself with equal passion, marrying his rhythm with hers. He knew they were approaching the truth together—knew their ultimate summit was imminent. Caspen was no stranger to climax; he had come more times than he could count. But this time was different.

“Together?” she breathed.

“No.” He shook his head. “You first.”

Caspen wanted to see it. He needed to observe every moment of her orgasm, to watch it in its entirety with no distraction from his own. Tem’s back arched. Caspen’s lungs tightened. It was as if she were pulling him right along with her. It was agony to hold back. But he would defer his pleasure for hers; he would wait for her even if it killed him to do so.

Caspen watched as Tem took herself there. He watched as she drove her fingers deeper, touching herself the way she did when she was alone, showing him something he knew he was privileged to see. To witness this was a certain, singular liberty.

The moment her neck arched back, Caspen broke. He could not resist any longer; he found he did not care to anyway. It was as useless as holding back the shore. He allowed himself to release, to succumb to the desire that had seeped into his veins the moment she had stepped into the cave. Caspen’s cum poured into his palm, and with it, the very last of his restraint.

He had never known such luscious joy. Tem was the antidote to his misery. The stars. The sky. None of it was as awe-inspiring as her. He looked down at his essence in his hands. To his surprise, Tem reached for him. Without thinking, Caspen jerked away.

Tem withdrew, stuttering an apology. At her embarrassment, he softened. She had never seen a man’s cum before. Of course she was curious. He held his hand back out slowly, giving her the opportunity to look. Her head was mere inches away from his. It would be so easy to lean down and kiss her.

“It’s beautiful,” Tem whispered.

“Then it is like you.”

At his words, she blushed. Caspen should not have said that. But he could not help it. She was the single most stunning creature he had ever borne witness to.

A terrible, forbidden idea occurred to Caspen.

It was wrong to give her a piece of himself. It would only end in disaster. He could not condemn her to that—he could not make it so that this gorgeous human woman was beholden to his grasp. But Tem was no ordinary human. Caspen was not sure she even was human. And if she was what he thought she might be, then giving her a piece of himself was not only reckless; it was dangerous. But he could not resist the urge. It was as if Kora herself were compelling him to clasp his hands together and harness the power within his core, creating what he had never created before.

This particular act was new to Caspen. But all basilisks were born with the ability to perform it. So he closed his eyes, drawing upon the power that simmered constantly within him. The fire dimmed. It only fueled him more. He pressed his palms together, concentrating on nothing but the act of forming. A moment later, it was in his hands.

Tem’s eyes were wide with wonder.

He held it out to her. “Take it,” he said.

She took it slowly, and the moment she touched it, a part of her sealed itself inside him.

“Try it,” Caspen said quietly.

Tem looked up. “Right now?”

“Yes.”

He was so eager it was embarrassing. He wondered if she could sense it—if his hunger was evident in his voice. It did not matter. Caspen needed her to insert this piece of him. He needed to be inside her.

Tem considered the object, turning it over in her hands. Then, to his relief, she sat on the ledge and slid the thick tip of it between her legs. He watched as she struggled; it was too big.

“Do it slowly,” he commanded. “It is not meant to hurt.”