Page 42 of Entranced By the Basilisks

He’s so thick, sliding in and out of my body slowly without thrusting his hips.

“So perfect,” he growls. “You’re mine now.”

The tail coiling around me tightens and I moan helplessly.

“Ari, please,” I beg, needing something.

He moans and I gasp as an even thicker part of his cock slides in.

“We’re supposed to be going slow,” he says.

“I need…” I trail off because I don’t know what I need. I just know I’m too big for my body and am pushing against the edge of something wilder and bigger than I’ve ever known.

Ari snarls and his cock slides almost from me before slamming back. I cry out.

“Fuck, you feel exactly how I thought you would. You take me so well.”

Ari proceeds to destroy me, his grip on my cock keeping me from coming. I beg and thrash but know that there’s no place I’d rather be.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come because you can’t stop yourself. Let me feel your body tighten around me.”

At the last moment, the memory morphs into my hand wrapped around Emilia’s throat and her soft-brown eyes dilating with arousal.

My climax wrenches a cry from me that Ari can probably hear and my release splashes on the shower wall.

I’m so fucked.

19

EMILIA

Dayone of this new adventure and I prepare myself accordingly with my favorite red shoes and matching lipstick. I do my makeup with the glamour on. Feeling the snakes and seeing them are two very different things that I want to manage one step at a time.

I’m getting used to the sensation of them now so that every slide doesn’t have me jumping after my first winged eyeliner attempt resulted in a line through my eyebrow instead. I’d lectured the damn things to stay still, and it may be all in my head, but I think they listened to me.

My phone rings and Grace’s number shows up on the display. I’d texted her an update before dropping off to sleep last night.

“Good morning,” I say, trying to manifest my adventurous mood for the day.

“Morning, how are you doing?” Grace asks.

“I’m doing okay…” It’s not a lie, actually. “The place I’m staying is pretty fantastic.”

Ari’s guest room doesn’t look any less magnificent in the light of day and I’m self-aware enough to admit that the beautiful room and glossy bathroom help my mood. Need to handle having snakes for hair? Try a penthouse.

Though that’s not accurate. It’s not that it’s any fancy place. There’s something about the warmth and care of the room that eases my nerves. Something thatfeelslike Ari, but without the way the man revs my libido or intimidates me.

Grace sighs in relief. “I’m glad you’re doing okay. I wanted you to come and stay with us—”

“No!” I interrupt. “I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone on accident.”

“Which is what Alasdair told me.”

I swear I can hear Grace’s frustration and it pulls a laugh from me. “Well listen to Alasdair. He’s trying to look out for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m glad you’re in a good place and working with this serpent kin.”

“Me too. He seems…” Oh, how to describe Ari? Enticing… tempting… and extra, so very extra. “Nice.” I end the statement and my cheeks burn.

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