Page 20 of Serpent In White

Come back to me, I plead, stroking slow, listening to him waging an internal war. I lean forward and kiss his neck, sucking his pulse while he groans.

I want to fill you up…His voice is dangerous inside, possessive. I know he has the potential to break me down, but I’ve never cared.

I always want it, no matter what.

“So do it,” I breathe on his milky flesh, desperate to leave a mark on him.

Don’t even think about it, he hisses, and I chuckle.

Stop me, then.

He sits up, and before I know what’s happening, he’s tearing my boxers off, then slithering out of his own. I can’t help my gaze from sticking below his waist, at the incredibly impressive length of him. It’s times like these, when I look in awe at him naked, that my sexuality is confirmed. There isn’t a doubt in my mind.

This is my chemistry. I was made this way, of Mother. She made me perfect, exactly the way she wants me, and it would be a sin to go against that.

I’m faced with trials because of it. I always have been. I couldn’t think that would change just because I left the outside world. And I’m fine with it. I must stay true to myself.

That said, I know what I’m doing here is wrong. But that doesn’t stop it from feeling like the ultimate blessing from God.

It would seem as if Drake is barely paying attention to my rampant thoughts, because he’s having a similar reaction to my body, which brings on a grin. We’ve seen each other naked a million times, and I still get him wiping away drool. I have to say, it makes me feel wonderful, especially because Drake sees a lot of people.

I don’t ask. I can’t know… It might kill me.

He crawls over me once more, pushing my thighs apart forcefully enough that I hum. Then he settles between them, thrusting his hips so that his balls are rubbing mine.

“It’s not that I don’t want…” He stops as his jaw clenches.

I gulp. “I know.”

His eyes stay locked on mine as he reaches toward the nightstand, pulling a bottle from the drawer. He uncaps it and squeezes liquid onto his erection, stroking himself with it, then stroking me. My heart is jumping aggressively, lips shaking with need as I stare up at him. My brother.

My heart. My torment.

The bed is burning around us yet we’re as still as stone, holding one another’s gaze, eager enough to feel it before it’s even happened.

Drake takes his erection in his right hand, while the left glides up my chest, brushing a nipple until I purr. He leans over me, kisses me once more, sucking my lower lip into his mouth while he nudges the bare head of his cock at the entrance of my ass.

Is this what you need, my King?He pushes ever-so-slightly, and I welcome him, gasping as the tip breaks through.

“God, yes…” I breathe into his mouth.More.

You want more, Head Priest?He shoves in another inch and I’m falling away from reality.

It burns, the sensation intense, but I love it. I could never get enough of this forbidden desire; this hunger from which I’ll never have my fill.

“Drake… yes yes yes…” I pant while he pushes in more.Good God, more.

You love my cock in your tight ass, don’t you, brother?

He flicks his hips once more and fills me, almost all the way. I groan out loud, unable to stop the sound becauseholy fuck, this is intense. It’s marvelously dirty, and I need it.

He kisses me harder, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting me while he thrusts, balls deep. His bite breaks the skin and I taste the copper of my own blood flooding my mouth, his tongue lurching in to taste.

He’s unhinged, desperate, sucking blood from the cut in my lip while he pulls his dick back and forces it in once more, driving so deep in me I’m seeing stars. His body weight forces me down, one hand curling around my throat, while the other grabs my thigh, holding my legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps every inch of himself into my body.

“Fuck me, you feel so good,” he hisses, and my heart soars.

I need to hear him say those things. I want to be everything to him, just as he’s everything to me.