Page 272 of Split or Swallow

“So I did.”

There was nothing else to say. Tem kissed him.

From the way Leo kissed her back, she knew he’d been waiting all night to do so. His hands went immediately to her body, roaming beneath the cloak as he pressed her back against the statue. His fingers grabbed her hair, arching her neck so he could kiss up her throat.

When his lips found hers again, Tem was done pretending she didn’t want him.

Leo was warm. And he tasted like honey. And his tongue was sheer heaven against hers, even though it wasn’t Caspen’s. The prince lifted her onto the base of the statue, pulling her legs around him. She was surrounded by hardness—Leo’s body in front of her, and the cold stone behind her.

It wasn’t until he slipped his hand up her dress that Tem remembered what he’d find between her legs.

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

There was no time to push him away.

Tem froze as Leo’s fingers found her center, brushing against the tip of the claw. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What…?” Leo started, but didn’t finish. He pressed on the claw, pushing it against her clitoris. Despite herself, a tiny moan escaped the back of Tem’s throat.

Leo pulled away.

“What the fuck is that, Tem?”

“It’s…”

But there was no good way to explain it. And even if there were, Tem could tell by the look on Leo’s face that although he might not know exactly what the claw was for, he knew it had something to do with Caspen. His next words confirmed it:

“It’s from him, isn’t it?”

Tem nodded because there was nothing else to do.

“What is its purpose?”

Tem shook her head.

“What is its purpose, Tem?”

“Leo, please—”

But Leo was already sliding his fingers inside her. He hooked them around the curve of the claw before yanking it out roughly and holding it up between them. For a moment, they both stared at Tem’s wetness glistening in the moonlight. An unfathomable anger passed over Leo’s face. He turned, throwing the claw as hard as he could down the dark passage of the maze.

“No!” Tem cried.

But he was already turning back to her, his fingers filling the space where the claw had just been, driving into her so quickly that her head arched back with a gasp.

Leo’s other hand went to her throat, his eyes narrowing as he yanked her face to his.

“He may have made you wet, but I will make you come.”

Tem couldn’t have protested if she wanted to. Leo’s fingers were already sliding in and out with expert precision, persuading her body to relinquish control. A moment later he was on his knees, and for the second time, Tem knew what it was to have a prince kneel before her.

Tem moaned as Leo’s mouth met her wetness, the words he’d written on the invitation running wildly through her mind:

Next time I get to torture you.

If this was torture, Tem was happy to die from it.

Leo knew exactly what to do. He licked her with confident, targeted strokes, his tongue diving deep into her center before rolling against her clitoris. Tem gripped his hair with both hands, holding him against her so everything he did was amplified tenfold—so she didn’t miss a single second of this ravishment.