Page 283 of Split or Swallow

“What do you want, Tem? Name it.”

In answer, Tem pushed Caspen down, his broad shoulders hitting the mattress as he stared up at her. She moved her hips lazily, as if she had nowhere to be but here.

“Tell me you love me,” she whispered as she rode him.

“I love you.”

“Tell me I’m everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“You are everything I have ever wanted.”

“Tell me I fulfill you.”

“You fulfill me,” he cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her all the way down his cock. “Kora, do you fulfill me.”

She fucked him slowly, savoring every word. The affirmations were nearly better than the sex—hearing how he felt about her turned her on beyond anything he could possibly do with his body.

“This is it for me, Tem,” Caspen moaned. “You are it for me.”

“I’m going to come,” she whispered.

“You had better.”

Tem’s orgasm built slowly, corresponding directly with the self-assured movements of her hips. She was pleasuring herself—giving to herself—making sure Caspen knew she was not to be taken for granted. The moment she reached her summit, Caspen grabbed her hips, angling himself so he could thrust into her from below.

His hips jerked once—twice—and on the third time he pulled out suddenly, slapping his cock up against her stomach, finishing on her skin.

Without missing a beat, Tem grabbed his shaft, gripping him tightly and coaxing every last drop of cum from the tip. Just when she was sure he was done, she leaned down, cupping her mouth over his sensitive head, sucking hard—just once—before looking at him.

He was a mess for her. His eyes were black, his expression utterly devoted.

“Tem,” he whispered. “Do that again.”

She smiled.

“Say please.”

He didn’t even hesitate.

“Please.”

Who was she to deny him?

She lowered her head, tracing her tongue along the tip of his cock. Already, she could feel him becoming hard again. Such was the basilisk way.

“All of it, Tem. Put me in your mouth. I know you can do it.”

His words were a broken gasp. She savored his desire. It was incredible to hear him need her so much. It was always her needing him. Now their roles were reversed, and Tem found she liked it.

“Beg,” she whispered. “Beg me, Caspen.”

“A king does not beg.”

“He does for his queen.”

He groaned, and his hand went to the back of her neck.

“Suck my cock, Tem. Please. I beg of you.”