Page 106 of Split or Swallow

Tem barely heard him. She felt only the most intense and searing pleasure she’d ever felt in her life as she fell apart, just for him.

In the aftermath, Tem knew peace.

One look at Caspen told her he knew the same. His face was relaxed, his expression the most carefree she had ever seen it. He was looking only at her: nothing else drew his focus. She was the most important thing in the world to him. As he was to her.

Tem ran her fingers through his hair. She’d always wanted to do that.

Caspen took her hand in his, turning it over and kissing the freckles on her palms before trailing his lips up her wrist. He kissed her inner elbow, her shoulder, her collarbone. He dipped his head to her breasts.

“Caspen,” she whispered, pulling his face back up to hers.

“Tem.”

“Do you do this with all the girls?”

To her surprise, he laughed.

“No,” he kissed her. “I do not.”

She’d only half meant the question. But she was still glad to hear his answer.

Caspen looked her in the eye, becoming suddenly still.

“Was it everything you hoped for?”

Now it was Tem’s turn to laugh. She couldn’t believe he was asking her that.

“Yes,” she said. “And more.”

He nodded. “Next time you will come twice.”

“Next time?”

“I plan on doing this many times with you, Tem. If you will allow it.”

She laughed again. “I’ll allow it.”

He kissed her.

Tem felt his cock press against her. He was already on his way to being hard.

“Seriously?” she said.

The corner of Caspen’s mouth twitched.

“Such is the basilisk way.”

They fucked again and again.

There wasn’t a single moment Caspen wasn’t inside her. Her body was a drug, and he was an addict getting his fix. Tem was no better—she couldn’t get enough of him. They fucked so many times Tem became unbearably sore; she wasn’t used to this much sex, and her entire body began to bear the consequences of Caspen’s touch. Her back ached from arching it; her throat was raw from crying out; her lips became bruised from his bite. Despite her pain, she only wanted him more, and she had him again and again, even after it felt impossible to go on.

Finally, Tem was spent. Every thrust was agony; her entire body ached. She could no longer pretend she wasn’t in pain, and she was afraid if they kept going, she might start to bleed.

“We should stop,” Caspen whispered. His lips were against her ear, his cock still inside her. “I am hurting you.”

Tem couldn’t deny it. He was in her mind, and she knew he could feel her body’s protests. He pulled out of her slowly, removing his length one inch at a time.

“Aren’t you tired?” she asked when she was empty.