Page 115 of Entranced By the Basilisks

I nip his lip before licking it. “Don’t want to talk. I need you.”

His lips pull into a snarl against my mouth. “Wanted to give you space. Wanted you to be sure,” he says.

“I’m sure. I’m so sure it hurts.” Each word throbs through my body. The magic is static in the air and when it crackles the truth of my emotions gets brighter. This is the instinct that ushered us into physical acts at the beginning. This is a guiding light to my struggling mental processes, but this isn’t just sex.

I know my mates so much better now and I know myself. They are mine to take. Mine to claim.

“Jasper, I love you.”

His grip on me tightens at the words and he kisses my neck, nipping and sucking my skin as he goes. I gasp and grind my body against his.

“Jasper!”

He pulls away from devouring me to press his forehead to mine. Our breaths are heavy and fast.

“I love you,” I repeat.

He squeezes his eyes closed tight, but it doesn’t hide the moisture that lines his lashes.

“Please.” His voice is a pained rasp. “Please, be sure. I can’t lose you again. I can’t wonder if you’re going to make your way back to us.”

Us.Because Jasper isn’t alone. To love Jasper is to know that my life will always intertwine with another… and it’s better that way.

“I’m sure. You’re mine. You both are.”

“I love you too, Emilia. I love your wry sense of humor, your wicked needs, and your bravery. My heart beats for you and it only took a curse to unravel my control enough to feel it.”

I swallow. “Not a curse.”

“No?”

“A new beginning.”

He closes his eyes as if to pray, but I feel his gratitude without needing to hear the words. I’ve made my decision, and it does make it better that it’s actually my decision. The snakes, my gaze, the power that flows through me now. This is my life and I’m embracing it.

The need in my gut twists in a vicious way, and I kiss him again. This time he helps me take off his clothes until he’s completely bare for me. As if he’s offering himself as a sacrifice to me. My clothes don’t last for a heartbeat longer.

He drops kisses on each span of my skin that he bares. His breath tickles my breasts, my ribs, the soft skin of my stomach and inner thighs until I’m as bare as he is. My smart blouse, slacks, and the confidence-boosting heels that I’d selected so carefully this morning are set aside to make room for something better. I’m left in only my skin, no glamour, nothing between us. I sigh and accept the shift that has been scrabbling at my senses. My hair shifts to the snakes that have become my more natural form.

Jasper stares up at me from between my legs, his gaze full of intensity and want. He drags his teeth on my inner thigh and my legs widen.

“My beautiful Chosen, already so wet for me.” He presses his lips to the spot as if to chase away the sensation, but I only want more.

“Bite me,” I whisper. My gasp ends on a moan when he does. His tongue slides through my folds and the moan doesn’t end until I have no breath left in my lungs. I lose track of the sounds I make as Jasper inflicts lick after lick and suck after burning suck until the heat and empty ache inside me are more than I can stand.

I pull at his hair, needing something more than licks and teases, needing to be connected to him, needing him to fill me until I can’t breathe.

“I need you.” The words have barely escaped my lips before he’sthere. His kiss tastes of me and his venom, but I hardly notice since his weeping hardness is slipping through my wetness. The blunt head of his cock runs over my pussy, once has me hissing in need, twice has me biting my lip, three times and the push against my throbbing clit has me snapping in dismay.

“Stop teasing me!” I say.

“Beg for it,” he says, and the dark rolling words fill my chest and twist until my whole body is tight with the tension.

“Please.” I kiss him hard and break away. “I need you.” My nails dig into his skin. “You’re mine.”

His first thrust inside me is more measured than my heated brain cares for, but it gives me the stretch I need, and I sigh in bliss. It’s a press of his body against mine until mine gives. Almost as if it’s a surrender of me. And isn’t it? I’m losing the woman I was before. Choosing them over being human again, but I want what I’m gaining so much more.

This isn’t a surrender, it’s a claiming. My body is claiming his as much as it’s surrendering to his movements.

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