Page 25 of Bitten By the Basilisk

The ball of light drifted away the moment Silas entered her space, enthralling her with his expression. Had anyone ever looked at her with such desperate yearning?

“I’ve seen a thousand priceless gems,” he uttered, his gaze roving her features. “But none have ever been as beautiful and rare as you, here and now, glowing like gold under these lights.”

She pressed a hand over her racing heart, surprised her cheeks weren’t steaming. Now that he was standing so close, his hands resting on her hips, the nearest ghost lights illuminated his face, turning his irises into liquid amber.

“I want you, Alice,” he rasped, staring at her mouth. “Do you feel the same?”

She rose on her tiptoes, nodding quickly. “Yes. Yes, I want you.”

At last, he dipped his head. His lips were cool, unsurprisingly, but also smooth and soft. In the same instant, the hitodama and its duplicates vanished like snuffed lanterns.

The kiss was gentle as they savored the first brush of their lips. Then it quickly grew deeper, hotter as their mouths opened and their tongues met. Only his didn’t feel right.

She made a sound of surprise and pulled back.

“Something wrong?” he asked, clutching her waist and panting.

“It’s just… It feels like you have two tongues.”

“Ah. You know how snakes have a split tongue?” He then extended his, which seemed like a normal length, but it had two tips that could move independently.

She couldn’t contain her reaction. “Oh my god, that’s awesome.”

The smile he made in response was downright wicked. “Let me show you what I can do with it.”

He captured her mouth once more, plunging his tongue inside to chase and swirl and stroke, the world around her seeming to expand and shrink at the same time. Their bodies pressed tighter, their hands pulling at each other, but it wasn’t enough. She burned for more.

So she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled herself up his body, hooking one leg, then the other around his waist. He made a small grunt of surprise but continued kissing her as he carried her a few paces to the base of the lighthouse and braced her back against it.

Through two layers of denim, the thick ridge of his erection rubbed the seam of her jeans against her clit, making her moan as heat surged in her core.

“Tell me what you want, kitten,” he said, low and out of breath, panting hotly against her cheek. “You want me to make you come right here?”

She nearly agreed, then a cold gust of wind hit her legs.

“Actually, let’s go back to your bike. I want to come there.”

After setting her on her feet, he led the way back to the lot where his motorcycle was parked, going at a much faster pace than what had brought them to the lighthouse.

Illuminated only by moonlight, the gravel lot remained empty of other vehicles. At his bike, Silas picked her up, swung his leg over the seat, and sat with her on his lap, facing him, giving her the contact she needed. As he took off his gloves, she did the same, then tossed them and her bag to the ground.

“Like this, kitten?” He used his considerable strength to grind against her, pushing and dragging, lifting and ramming. Whimpers eked from her throat. Her clit was throbbing, her core tingling with heat. His bike beneath them was steady, rocking only slightly.

“Or should I peel down your pants, bend you over my ride, and eat you out from behind until you come on my face? I want you to be selfish with me.”

She let out a desperate moan. What he offered was tempting, as she was insanely curious to know what his tongue felt like down there, but— “I want to be kissing you when I come.”

Groaning her name, he quickly adjusted his hold on her, wrapping one arm around her and wedging his other hand in the split of her ass, outside her jeans, to keep her pressed tight to his bucking hips. “Are you ready for another surprise?”

She nodded, eagerly rolling her lower half and paying rapt attention to his growly panting. Something in his pants began vibrating, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

“O-oh my god!” she breathlessly exclaimed, her pace faltering for a split second. “Is…is that you?”

He grinned. “You know how some snakes can vibrate their tails?”

No fucking way was this guy real. Her throat squeezed out a whimper.

“That’s it, sweetie. Take what you need from me. Make yourself feel good.”