Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 104: The First Step

Double basilisk day!

~~Marie~~

Marie flushed as he held her against him with a strong arm around her waist, that wicked smile he made causing her stomach to fill with butterflies. It has been so embarrassing that her knees had buckled when he'd run his fangs along her skin, but the feel of the sharp points against the tender skin of her shoulder...

He returned his mouth to the spot, and she couldn't help a soft sound of pleasure escaping her as he kissed tenderly along her shoulder, up to her neck where her pulse throbbed as her heart raced. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was somehow soft and intense at the same time, his hands drifting along her sides, his soft growls as he tasted her skin.

"Damien," she gasped as he growled fiercely against her, the sound rumbling through his chest against her. It drove her wild, the feral sounds coming from him as he fought his instincts to bite. She wished he wouldn't hold back so much, but she understood why he did.

She brought her hands up to his back again, running her palms along the cloth and moaning softly at the hard muscles that flexed just underneath. She remembered the day in the boiler room, the way his skirt had clung to his skin with sweat, the heat radiating from the machine barely holding up tot he heat that had flared within her at the sight.

"This is- nnngh, so dangerous..." he said in a low husky voice against her skin, another rumbling inhuman sound coming from him as he exhaled a hot breath against her neck.

"It's okay," she whispered, leaning her head to the side in a silent invitation. "I want this... I want you to touch me... Damien, I've never-" she didn't dare to finish, a soft whimper coming from her as she wanted to admit she'd never wanted a man more than she'd wanted him. He seemed to plow through all the walls her trauma had set up in her head, just one look from those intense dark eyes making her melt inside.

"Marie, you can't make sounds like that, please-" he groaned against her, his hand at her hip digging into her skin gently with a soft grab. "I'm barely holding on as it is."

The grab made her head spin, her hips tilting under his hand to press further against his, her breath catching as she felt him against her. He was just as aroused as she was, the length of his erection pressing against her lower belly as she panted against him.

Oh the things I'll do to you- a rough voice ran through her head, and she let out a shuddering breath as she tried to beat it back. No, no she wasn't going to ruin this moment! She wanted this, she did... she wasn't going to let her past rule her. She was a new person, a new woman... she was stronger than she'd been back then.

More, she wanted more... and she needed to distract herself.

Her hands ran down his back quickly before he pulled at his shirt to untuck them from his pants, feeling his breath falter against her neck as she slipped her hands beneath the cloth. Hot skin met her palms, and she let out a low sound of delight as she felt them better now, the jagged feeling of the scars across his shoulders and waist telling her how rough he'd had it with this curse. Had the wolf done these? Where was the mark-

She slid her hands against his back, her palms wandering along under his shirt. Was it strange she had a desire to bite him too? Even without a curse she just wanted to see what these muscles felt like...

Damien took his mouth from her and leaned his head back as her hands went around to the front of his chest, sliding between their bodies to run along his skin. More scars were in the front, jagged criss crossed marks that marred his skin. She looked up to him and blushed when she saw the harsh breaths he was making, his fangs bared as he groaned while she touched him. Oh Merlin, what a sight...