Page 292 of Split or Swallow

Then his eyes flew open and he took over, sliding his hand between her legs and slipping his fingers inside her.

Tem gasped as he slid them in, then out, then back in again, driving them deeper every time.

“You’re dripping, Tem,” he whispered. “Is that all for me?”

Tem nodded.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“It’s all for you.”

“Again.”

She placed her hand over his, angling her hips so his fingers went all the way inside her.

“It’s all for you, Leo. Just for you.”

Tem took control, sliding herself up and down. Leo watched her, enraptured, as if he had never seen anything like her before. His other hand wandered—touching her hips and her waist and her breasts. She let him do this, conforming her body to his touch, showing him how well they could move together.

At some point, Leo removed his fingers, and Tem watched as he raised them to his lips, licking her wetness from them slowly.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured.

Hot, possessive pride swept through Tem.

“Just for you,” she said again.

She dipped her own hand between her legs, and when she removed it, Leo licked it too, sliding his tongue into the groove between her fingers, closing his eyes as he did it. He looked radiantly happy, like he was savoring his last meal on earth.

As soon as he was done he kissed her.

She tasted herself on his lips, just as she had so many times on Caspen’s. Only this time she also tasted the traces of honey that accompanied Leo’s kiss, and the taste made her so ravenous that she filled her hand with his cock. He was harder than stone, straining against the confines of his trousers. But Tem didn’t release him. Instead she turned around, situating herself so her ass was in his lap, her knees on either side of him.

Leo gave a sharp intake of breath at the change in position. A moment later he twisted his hand around the end of her hair, yanking her head back so her spine was arched against his chest. His other hand slid up her waist to her breasts, squeezing one and then the other, running the hard peaks of her nipples through his fingers until she was whimpering beneath his touch.

Tem arched her back even more, pressing her breasts into his palm.

“So needy,” he whispered. “What are we going to do with you?”

Tem plunged her hand between her legs to grab his cock. Leo grunted at the contact, his fist tightening in her hair.

“So fucking needy.”

His hand left her breasts and Tem gasped at the sudden absence. Then his palm hit her ass with a hard smack, and she moaned as he bucked his hips below her. He spanked her again. And again.

She was so wet it was soaking into his trousers.

“You’re going to turn around,” he said, his lips on her ear. “And you’re going to come.”

Tem couldn’t obey quickly enough.

By the time she turned around Leo had spread his entire hand open beneath her, and she lowered herself onto this palm without a moment’s hesitation. Tem rubbed herself back and forth with quick, contained movements, going steadily faster until her wetness was dripping down his wrist. Her skin felt as if it were on fire—like one single touch might ignite her into a blaze.

“That’s it, Tem,” Leo said, his eyes locked on hers. “Show me.”

Her breath came in short, desperate gasps.

“Show me how pretty you are when you come.”