Page 20 of It's In His Hiss

“Well. Now that we’ve established he has a personality…” She lies back on the bed, stretching like a satisfied cat. “Are you going to come over here and make me forget my own name or…?”

Yes. Yes, I absolutely am.

I climb onto the bed and hover over her, our bare skin brushing as I kiss her again, slower now. Reverent. My hand skims her ribs, her waist, her hip, and she shivers.

“Tell me what you want. What you like,” I whisper.

She bites her lip, but her voice is steady. “I want you. I lo—likeyou.”

“Have me,” I say, kissing down her neck. “All of me.”

When she looks at me, her humor has faded into something more serious. More tender. “You said you haven’t done this since?—”

“Since I was human,” I admit.

“Then let’s figure it out together.”

And gods help me, I think I fall in love with her right there.

Her skin against mine is a revelation—warm and flushed and alive. Every brush of her body against mine sends my snakes into twitchy paroxysms of joy or panic or both. One of them flops dramatically over my forehead like it’s faintingagain.

“Is that one okay?” Alice asks, breathless with laughter as it gives an exaggerated hiss and drapes itself across my ear.

“She’s fine,” I mutter, trying to bat it away. “She’s just… emotionally fragile.”

“She’s me-coded.”

“Exactly,” I growl, cupping one hand around her breast and thumbing her nipple.

Alice makes a stifled choking noise. I laugh under my breath and lower my head. She arches off the bed as my tongue traces the tight peak.

“Better than ambrosia,” I whisper, desperate for more of her taste.

Without a word, she clasps my head to her breasts. My hands close on her ribs, and I begin to suckle. She whimpers and bucks, but I hold her helpless beneath the pull of my mouth.

Al,” I breathe, catching her nipple between my teeth. “I think I’ve gone mad for you”— my hand moves between her thighs—“and I want to make you mad for me.”

A buzzing fills my head. I’ve never felt this visceral craving for anyone, like I might die if I’m not inside her soon. When my hand slips up her thigh, she widens her legs without hesitation. And when my fingers brush the curls guarding her sex, her back arches and she presses into my touch.

“So soft,” I murmur, enthralled by her response. “And so wet. You want me, sweet Alice?”

“Yes. You know I do,” she gasps, then gives me a cute glower. “Stop messing around and make me come.”

I chuckle at her demand. My Alice, never shy to state what she needs.

Alice gulps for air as my fingers slowly stir, sliding between the slick folds of her pussy. Back and forth, making her shake with each pass.

I groan as I slowly press a finger inside her, followed by another. She spreads her legs wider as I torment her. I know she’s ready to explode from the rhythmic clench of her internal muscles and her husky moans and pleas.

I trail kisses across her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, my tongue teasing a tight, rosynipple until she whimpers and arches into my mouth.

“Gordy…”

The sound of my name on her lips is sinful. I move lower, kissing the soft curve of her stomach, savoring the way her fingers twist in the sheets.

When I nudge her thighs further apart with my shoulders, her breath catches.

“Wait,” she says, blinking down at me. “You don’t have to?—”

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