Page 36 of It's In His Hiss

It’s not the kind of kiss we’ve shared before—sweet, searching, hesitant.

No. This one is hungry.

It crashes into me like a wave, all tongue and teeth and the barely-leashed need of a man who’s been holding back too long. And I meet it head-on, yanking Gordy’s shirt over his head like it personally offended me.

He gasps against my mouth when I straddle him, hands braced on his bare chest. His skin is warm beneath my palms, traced with faint scars and old stories I still haven’t heard. The snakes twitch with barely restrained energy, weaving around each other like they’re bracing for impact.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, knowing he won’t.

“Gods, no,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. “I need you, Al. Now.”

My pulse throbs everywhere at once.

I reach for his waistband, dragging the fabric down and freeing him—and yes, there he is.

Both of them.

Gordy, thick and already hard beneath my fingers, and the snake, emerging like a curious periscope from a submarine of sin. His tongueflicks out, tasting the air like it’s checking if this is happening.

“Hello again,” I murmur, smirking as I give it a lazy salute.

The snake gives a hiss that somehow sounds offended.

Gordy groans. “Please don’t talk dirty to my anatomy.”

“Why not? They’re part of the package.”

And, oh, what a package it is.

I sink down his body, letting my lips trail across his stomach, my hands sliding along the lines of his thighs. Gordy shudders when I take him in my hand and give a slow stroke, his hips twitching upward.

“You’re teasing me,” he rasps.

I smile up at him, innocence weaponized. “Would I do that?”

“Constantly.”

Before he can retaliate, I slide up his body, hovering just above him. My thighs are slick withanticipation, my skin alive with magic that sparks and crackles with every breath we share.

He reaches between us, his fingers slipping through my wetness with a reverence that makes my heart skip.

“You’re so ready,” he whispers, almost in awe.

“For you,” I say simply.

When he pushes into me, the universe aligns.

There’s no awkwardness this time. No hesitation. Justus, fitting together with a rightness that makes me gasp and bury my face in his neck.

“Al…” he moans, his voice ragged as he fills me completely. “You feel like heaven.”

I start to move—slow and steady, rolling my hips as I ride him. Gordy’s hands find my waist, then my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in time with my rhythm. The friction is perfect, every thrust sparking through me like a live wire.

One of his snakes wraps loosely around my wrist like a bracelet, not restraining, just… holding. Claiming.

“Oh, we’re gettingfancynow,” I pant, locking eyes with Gordy.

He’s watching me like I’m some divine miracle he can’t believe he gets to worship.

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