Page 55 of Hiss and Tell
“Are you sure?” I ask, even as my body strains toward hers.
“Look into my eyes,” she breathes, pulling me down for another kiss. “I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
I slide my hand between her thighs and gasp at what I find. This amazing woman, my new mate, isn’t just wet for me, she’s dripping, drenched. My slightest touch has her hips dancing, silently begging for me to enter her.
“Yes, my love. I’ve healed your body. Let me complete this for you, too.”
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I hold her against me. My hands support her completely—one arm aroundher back, the other cupping her as I position us both. She’s lighter than she should be, perhaps an effect of the ritual magic, making it effortless to hold her suspended between my body and the solid wall behind her.
“Like this,” I murmur against her throat, adjusting my grip to ensure she’s secure. “I want to watch your face when I enter you.”
Her arms loop around my neck as I position myself at her entrance, and we both gasp at the first contact. Even with the magic heightening every sensation, I’m acutely aware of the size difference between us.
“Take your time,” she whispers, reading the concern in my eyes. “I trust you.”
I enter her slowly, inch by careful inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The stretch is incredible—I’m thick enough that even with our magical connection, she has to work to accommodate me.
When I’m finally seated fully within her, we both go still. The sensation is overwhelming—not just the physical perfection of our joining, but the emotional weight of what we’ve become. Through our bond, I feel her wonder at how completely I fill her, how right this feels despite the size difference.
“Perfect,” I whisper against her lips as I begin to move with careful restraint. “You feel perfect.”
The world explodes into light as we find our rhythm—not just the golden glow of the ritual, but something deeper. The sensation of two souls becoming one, two bodies learning to move as if they were made for each other.
She answers with a soft moan that vibrates through our connection, and I feel her pleasure as clearly as my own. The sensation is overwhelming—experiencing not just my desire but hers, feeling how my touch affects her from the inside.
We move together in a rhythm as old as the ancient books scattered throughout my apartment, the candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. My snakes create a living canopy above us, some trailing against her skin in the gentlest of caresses. The magic flows between us with each thrust, each kiss, each whispered endearment.
“I love you,” she gasps as the pleasure builds between us.
“And I love you,” I respond, feeling the truth of it resonate through every cell of my being. “Forever.”
When release finally claims us, it’s with a brilliance that makes the very air shimmer. The golden light swirls around us like visible joy, and through our bond, I feel the completion of something that was always meant to be.
We lie entwined afterward, both breathing hard, both changed in ways that go far beyond the physical.
“How do you feel?” I ask softly, brushing damp hair from her face.
“Whole,” she says simply. “Complete. Like I was missing a piece of myself I didn’t even know was gone, and now it’s back.”
I can feel it too—the healing is complete. But more than that, we’re bonded now in ways that can never be undone.
“The magic worked,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re healed. Completely.”
Tears sparkle in her eyes. “And we’re…?”
“Connected forever,” I confirm, letting her feel the truth through our bond. “What’s mine is yours; what’s yours is mine. Aspen, I finally understand what I was meant for. All this magic, all this power—it was meant to be shared. With you.”
I take inventory of my body, amazed at what I find. Through our connection, I can sense that the ritual has enhanced me as well—my already considerable strength feels more controlled, my magic more focused.
Aspen nestles closer, and my snakes embrace her as the candles burn lower. The apartment feels sacred, transformed by what we’ve shared.
“So what happens now?” she asks against my chest.
“Now we have forever to figure it out,” I murmur into her hair. “But first, we celebrate. We’ve just performed one of the most ancient and sacred rituals in Gorgon history.”
“How do Gorgons traditionally celebrate?”
I let her see my most primitive Gorgon leer as I say, “Very thoroughly.”
