Page 309 of Split or Swallow

She looked up at him.

“What if I don’t want to do it your way?”

“You can have anything you want next time, Tem. But not this time.”

Before she could respond, Leo drew away.

He gripped her hips with his hands, pulling them up so he could watch her beneath him. He stared at the place of their union with covetous rapture, honoring their connection with every thrust. Tem’s fists twisted into the sheets as he fucked her—letting him see everything he’d only dreamed of seeing. Just as Tem could feel herself building toward her climax, Leo paused. His fingers flexed on her hips as he tightened his grip, holding her in place as he pulled his cock out until only the head was inside her.

He thrust in an inch. Then back out.

Then another inch.

Then back out.

It was befitting of Leo. It was torture.

He was teasing her—bringing her to the brink of where she needed to go without actually letting her get there. The prince was in control; the prince decided what happened next. Tem couldn’t blame him. It was only fair.

“Do you want to come, Tem?”

Leo thrust a little further, letting her have just half of his cock.

Tem nodded desperately.

“Use your words,” he ordered.

“I want to come.”

“Beg for it.”

“Let me come.”

“Again.”

She understood why he needed to hear it—why he needed her to ask for him over and over. After so many weeks of acting ambivalent toward Leo, he needed to hear that Tem craved him as much as he craved her. Tem, of all people, could understand how it felt to be unwanted, and how good it felt when the opposite was finally true. She would let him take anything he wanted from her; she would let him have exactly what he’d coveted for so long.

Tem begged for it again and again, calling his name until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She vocalized everything she loved about him, telling him exactly how he made her feel. With every word she said, Leo’s cock went in a little further. Finally, he was all the way inside her.

Tem asked for it one last time.

“Let me come, Leo. Please. I want to come.”

Leo pressed his fingers to her clitoris, and it was this, finally, that took Tem over the edge.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispered.

Tem barely heard him.

She was flying—soaring—plummeting into the abyss with absolutely nothing to stop her. Leo was still touching her, still pushing her where he’d always wanted to take her. It was as simple as breathing to give this to Leo—to fall apart just for him—to see the complete and total victory in his eyes as she came.

Her body was laid out before him. She had nothing more to hide.

Leo reached for her, sliding his fingers behind her neck and pulling her upright. To be this close to him after what he’d just made her feel was nothing short of paradise.

“I want to come together,” she whispered.

Leo kissed her neck, then her jaw, then her lips.