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“We will.”

Tem didn’t argue. He was lifting his hips, thrusting into her from below. In one smooth motion, he reclined onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She immediately began to ride him.

“Be still,” Leo said.

Tem didn’t want to be still. It went against everything her body was telling her to do.

“Why?”

“I want to look at you.”

Tem whimpered, straining her hips against his command. Leo’s hands shot forward, gripping her waist and holding her down.

“Be still,” he ordered.

Tem was still.

Leo leaned back, appraising her. The future king.

“You look so good on my cock, Tem,” he whispered.

Tem wanted to move—to slide her hips forward to show him how good she looked riding his cock. But he had told her to be still, so she was. She watched him as he watched her, his eyes traveling over her body with haughty satisfaction.

“Who knew that the only time you took orders was in bed?”

Tem rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“I certainly won’t.”

He was still holding her in place, still looking at her like she was his greatest prize.

Tem looked at him too, noticing all the things she’d never let herself notice before. His body was sculpted beneath hers, the rigid length of his cock placed perfectly in her center. She wanted to ride him so badly. But they would do this his way first. Then they could do it hers.

Leo brushed his fingertips up her thigh, raising goosebumps on her skin.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

Tem took his hand in hers, raising it to her breasts. She guided just the tips of his fingers over her nipples, one after the other.

“Did you imagine this?”

Leo’s expression was one of unrestrained hunger.

Tem guided his hand even higher, biting down on his thumb. She sucked it gently, holding eye contact the entire time.

“Kora,” he breathed.

His other hand was on her hip. His fingernails dug into her skin, coaxing her forward.

The time to be still had passed.

Tem rode him slowly, splaying her hands flat on his torso. Both his hands went to her breasts, giving them a hard squeeze before gripping her hips once more.

“So fucking wet for me.”

It was true. She was dripping for him.