Page 99 of Kneel Before Me

“What if you choose this time?” she asked.

“Choose what?”

“What we do.”

It was Daphne’s way of giving him control. If Kronos chose what they did, theoretically he would choose something he could handle. She had no doubt that whatever he chose would be amazing. She watched as Kronos considered her proposal, his hesitation obvious as smoke continued to curl over his shoulders. She brushed a single finger over his skin, displacing the smoke.

The moment she made contact, Kronos whispered, “May I taste you?”

Daphne had been tasted before, although it was hardly a common occurrence. The village boys were not a particularly giving population. She was quite sure what she’d experienced was nothing like what Kronos was capable of. He was looking at her like a starving man looked at his last meal. Only one word came to mind. “Yes.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Kronos kissed her.

He did it slowly. Sensually. Daphne wondered if it was how he wanted to kiss or how he had to kiss her. She let him set the pace, waiting until his hands found the lacing of her dress before helping him pull the garment off. Daphne felt the same thrill she had the first time she was naked in his presence. She loved the way he looked at her, the way his eyes drank in every inch of her skin like he needed it to survive. She lay back slowly, letting her legs fall open.

A hiss filled the air as Kronos leaned forward, positioning himself between them. He kissed her knee. Then her thigh. Then he stopped and looked up at her. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“I already said yes.”

“Some would consider this sex.”

Daphne paused. He was right. Oral sex was a form of sex—one she’d partaken in many times herself, although usually on the giving end rather than the receiving one. But to her, oral sex wasn’t included in the promise she’d made herself after what happened under the bridge. Benjamin hadn’t demanded to taste her. He’d wanted free pussy—he’d wanted to put his cock inside her. That was where she drew her line. Everything else was on the table.

“Daphne,” Kronos said quietly. “Are you sure?” He was still poised between her legs, his hands on her thighs, looking at her.

“Yes.”

Kronos maintained eye contact for a long, weighted moment. Then he lowered his head.

Daphne had had a man’s head between her legs before but never like this. Never someone who she cared for and who cared for her in return. The difference was breathtaking. She moaned as Kronos’s tongue found her clitoris, brushing over it with unbelievable tenderness. He wasn’t just tasting her. He was savoring her. His tongue and his fingers moved in tandem, caressing her rhythmically. Kronos knew exactly what he was doing. This was the skill set of the basilisk, after all. Yet somehow it felt as if he were catering directly to her—as if he understood Daphne’s body better than she did.

She arched her back, moaning as he slipped a finger inside her. He sucked her clitoris at the same time, pushing her directly to the brink. Daphne let out a helpless whimper. She already wanted to come.

“Not yet,” Kronos murmured, slowing his motions immediately.

Daphne whimpered again. Was this how Maximus felt when she’d told him not to come? It was a special form of hell to be denied this way. And yet, she loved it.

“Rude.” It was all she could manage to say.

She felt Kronos smile against her center. Gradually, his pace increased again. His fingers drove deeper; his tongue moved with surety. Daphne squeezed her breasts, desperate for sensation—desperate for more. How she wished she could feel his cock instead. How she wished he would fuck her and fill her and claim her as his own. If this is what the other girls were experiencing with their basilisks, she could not contain her jealousy. He had deprived her of himself for far too long. It was the cruelest of delays.

Daphne moaned without fear, letting herself feel everything she’d always wanted him to make her feel. She felt safe and cared for and cherished by him. Kronos tasted her as if he had never tasted anything so delectable in his entire life. He devoured her with a vehemence she did not know was possible. She couldn’t believe how observant he was. It was breathtaking. When she tilted her hips, he changed the pressure of his tongue. When she gasped, he adjusted the angle of his fingers. He was listening to her body and acting accordingly. She never needed to say a word; he understood her. It had always been that way between them, she realized. They communicated without words. Their connection surpassed the physical.

“Kronos,” she whispered. “Kronos.”

He had three fingers inside her; it was nearly unbearable. Just when she was near the brink once more, Kronos retreated and Daphne groaned her disapproval. To her surprise, he smiled. Then he arched his neck, cleared his throat, and spit…something directly into her center. Daphne stared down at the glossy black substance, too shocked to react. It burned. And then…

Daphne gasped.

The burn turned to a tingle. Sensation like she’d never known seeped into her center. It felt how she imagined starlight might feel—bright and warm and all-encompassing…celestial.

“What is that?” she managed to say.

“My venom,” Kronos said simply. Then he lowered his head once more.

Daphne was not interested in asking any more questions. She was past the point of no return. Kronos showed no signs of slowing, and she knew it meant it was time to come. Her toes curled; her spine tensed. The ache that had been building since the moment he went between her legs released finally as her climax took her, sweeping over her entire body in gorgeous, blissful waves.

Even after she came, Kronos remained where he was, licking and lapping until she was completely clean. Once he was done he kissed his way slowly up her body, trailing up the center of her stomach before sucking on one nipple, then the other. When his lips finally met hers, Daphne was more than ready for them. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue—tasting his venom too. It was deep and smoky, like the aftertaste of an ancient whiskey. She could kiss him forever. But there was something she wanted far more.