Page 49 of My Big Scaly Alien Naga
“It means protection,” he said.“It means family.You’d be accepted by any naga as one of our own.It also means...potential.A future.If we ever wanted children, the bond would allow that.Without it, the chances are…non-existent.”
Children.
I hadn’t thought that far ahead.How could I?But the idea didn’t scare me as much as it should have.Not with him.Not now.
“So, if I say yes,” I said slowly, “you bite me, and I become yours.Forever.”
“Yes,” he said.“And I becomeyours.But only if you want it.Only if you choose.”
His tail curled gently around my wrist, not pulling, just anchoring me to this moment.
“Do you?”he asked.“Choose me?”
I looked into his eyes – slitted, glowing faintly, full of fierce devotion and something that felt a lot like love.
And I knew.
“Yes,” I said.“I choose you.”
His breath shuddered out of him like I’d just released something he’d been holding for too long.
Venom moved slowly, reverently, lowering me into the softness of the bed.The sheet was warm and silky, gently supporting my body.His coils cradled my legs and hips, lifting me into his touch.His hands traced down my body, slowly undressing me like I was something sacred – not hurried, not hungry, just...careful.Worshipful.
When I was naked, I looked up at him.His eyes were dark with lust and desire.Yet he was holding back.He was going slow for my sake.And I loved him for it.
Yes.
That word.
So small, so deep, so intense.
His hands ran up and down my arms.I trembled beneath his touch, not from fear but anticipation.My skin felt too tight for the heat gathering beneath it.
He pressed a kiss to my sternum, another just beneath my ribs.Lower still.
“I want to know you,” he whispered, the forked tip of his tongue flicking softly against the inside of my thigh.“Every breath.Every sound.Every taste.”
My breath caught.
He shifted between my legs, his coils bracing my thighs apart with a gentleness that still held strength.And then – fuck me – his tongue.That split, forked tongue sliding through me like tense silk.He didn’t rush.He teased, explored, circled.
I gasped.My hips bucked against his mouth.
“Please,” I whispered.“Venom…”
He growled softly.His tail tightened a little around my waist, one loop pressing me closer, another sliding up to curl over my breast, teasing my sensitive folds in rhythm with his tongue.
Every movement was calculated, patient.Like he was memorising what made me gasp, what made my body tremble, what made my fingers tighten into the sheet.
When he finally pulled back, I was shaking – aroused beyond thought, strung tight with need.My entire body was a live wire, sparking wherever he touched.
He rose above me, eyes burning.His voice was thick with restraint.
“You’re ready for me.But if I go further… I will mark you.Mate you.No going back.”
I reached up, cupped his face.“I said yes.”
His hood flared.His fangs gleamed.
