Page 28 of Bitten By the Basilisk

Anything else she might have noticed could not compete with the enormous bed sunk deep into the floor in the center, its pillowy black-and-cobalt bedding shaped like a bird’s nest. She could lie in the center, limbs stretched like a starfish, and not even come close to touching the outside.

“I think your bed might be bigger than my entire bedroom,” she noted from the edge. “I assume you sleep in your serpent form?”

“Sometimes. But the longer I stay in that form, the quicker I get hungry,” he explained. “While I do enjoy cooking, I fear spending too much time eating.”

She wanted to ask whether he would shift to make love to her but hesitated. The body he now occupied was plenty hot, and she didn’t want to suggest she was only interested in fucking a “monster,” preferring to trust that he would bring it up if and when he was ready.

“Like it?” At her nod, he tipped her chin up and said, “Good, because we’ll be here a while.”

He tossed his helmet into the center, then unzipped his motorcycle jacket.

“That, too,” she requested, “but nothing under it.”

His eyes smiled as he tossed it in. Once his pullover was on the floor, giving her plenty to look at, he took off her sweater for her, then kept her steady as she pushed off her pants.

Standing close, he reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She took the opportunity to touch his well-muscled chest, finding it a bit cooler than her hands, presumably due to his serpentine nature. He breathed deeper as she explored lower, his firm abs twitching beneath her curious fingers.

When her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, his groan of appreciation spiked her heart rate. “You’re so perfect,” he purred, massaging her breasts in both hands, his thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples. “Look at these suckable tits.”

He bent down, leaning her back over his arm, and took one of her nipples between his lips. Each tug as he sucked and each squeeze of his split tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to the crux of her thighs, drawing out high, desperate sounds she hadn’t known she could make.

She held his head to her chest, her eyes refusing to stay open, vaguely aware of his free hand dragging down her panties until they fell to her ankles. No sooner did he have her completely naked than he lifted her into his arms, still latched to her nipple.

She gasped, clamping her legs around him, her forearms braced on his shoulders. “Holy shit, you’re strong!”

He released her reddened nipple to look up at her. “I’ll bet you like being thrown around a bit.”

Words failing her, she could only whimper and nod. More height meant more weight, lest she look skeletal, so she had never really been manhandled.

He carried her onto his bed as easily as if she weighed nothing, then sank to his knees and sat her on his lap, where he licked and sucked her other nipple while rubbing her clit.

As good as he was making her feel, she couldn’t help noticing he hadn’t taken off his pants. “I want you to be naked, too,” she whined, writhing on his denim-wrapped thighs, her fingers buried in his hair.

He gave her a ravenous look, a flush in his cheeks. “If I take them off, I won’t be able to hold back from folding you in half and pounding this tight cunt.”

His finger on her clit slid to her hole and pushed inside, all the way to his last knuckle, stealing her next breath, then forcing a gasp when he massaged the front wall. Too soon, he withdrew it partially, only to push a second finger inside, the two of them stretching her opening just enough to take both middle knuckles.

“Oh—my god,” she panted.

“Before I do that, you need to be able to take three of my fingers all the way. Otherwise, it won’t fit.” He jiggled his fingers inside her, gently scissoring them while the tips molested the sensitive front wall of her pussy.

Holy hell, she was close to coming again, only something felt different. Hotter.

“Will you let me play with your pussy and get it ready for me?”

Could she do anything else but nod and moan?

“Good girl,” he said, brushing his lips across her stiff nipple.

The unfamiliar heat began to tingle in a way she’d not felt before, like she needed to let it out. “S-something weird is happening.”

“Let it,” he rasped, switching to her other breast.

She couldn’t help jolting away from the sensation, pushing off his shoulders, her feet sliding on the smooth, soft bedding, but he clamped his arm around her waist, didn’t let her escape it.

“I-I think I might…” The word refused to leave her lips.

“Make a mess?” he supplied. She looked down at him, at her wet nipple clamped in the split of his tongue, which popped free when he tugged on it. A pair of molten-gold eyes met hers through a few stray brown locks. “I don’t mind.”