Page 18 of Fritillaria

It’s sweet that he stayed with me.

Something presses against my arm where it’s wrapped around his hips.

The temptation to explore is there, but he is fast asleep and that’s not OK.

Aspis chooses that moment to shift in his sleep. His arms wrap around me and he turns on his side, pulling me close and tucking my head under his chin.

What I felt pressing against me is flush with my leg now.

I think it’s his dick.

Shit, what did I learn in anatomy about Nagas? It’s a pouch! His dick is currently semi-hard and pressing up against me.

A warm flush spreads through me, centering at my core.

It feels weird that he’s still asleep though.

“Aspis,” I whisper.

It takes a few tries before his eyelids flutter open. He looks around in confusion before his smile grows.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

He wiggles against me, half asleep, before his expression turns horrified.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He moves to pull away, clearly embarrassed that he was just grinding up on me.

“No,” I keep my voice low and hopefully sexy as I tighten my grip on him. I press my leg against his mound again, leaning back to look up at his face. His eyes glow in the dimness, piercing into my soul as a tension forms between us.

I’m frozen, trapped in time while I wait for his reaction. His hair a wild mess of a mane framing his face.

He pounces, flipping me onto my back and trapping me in as he presses his lips to mine. Pleasure blooms from the spot, along with a comforting feeling of belonging. My hands find his neck and I pull him closer, opening myself to him.

I really should have thought through what being with a Naga would be like, because I am totally surprised by the reality. His tongue is thin and forked, but powerful. It tangles with mine and it feels so simple to relax into it and let him explore me.

My dress rides up to my hips as I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard stomach presses against me in a delicious friction and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

Aspis’ hands slip beneath my dress and grip my bare hips, pressing my pussy more firmly against him. His thumbs press hard enough to bruise and I cry out with how good it feels. Reaching in between us, I unbutton his shirt, exploring his chest.

“Trying to get me naked?” Aspis asks with a wink, breaking apart from our kiss.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I can barely see him in the darkness, which is not what I want at all.

“Can we turn the light on?” I don’t wait for an answer as I switch on the lamp and lower the dimmer.

Fuck. He looks like pure temptation.

His hair is mussed, shirt hanging open. Aspis’ mound is hard to ignore, almost bursting at the seam. My hands find it quickly, wanting to explore.

Aspis lets out the most delicious sound, a deep and guttural moan, as I slide my finger into his slit. Wetness drips from the opening and onto my chest.

“Fuuuuuck.” He groans at the sight. “Let’s get you out of this dress.”

He lifts me up like a doll, so easily, as if I weigh nothing. I’m set down on my knees in front of him as he raises himself higher on his tail. He gathers the hem of my dress in his hands and I lift my arms for him to pull it off me.

“My mate.” He almost growls, my pussy pulsing in response. I feel the same protective, fierceness that he does right now. I want nothing more than for him to claim me. Well, except for Ivy, I would want Ivy to be here more than that.

Reaching behind myself, I unclasp my bra, my boobs feeling heavy after being constrained for so long. Aspis wastes no time in grasping them in his hands.

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