Page 135 of Split or Swallow

His fingers contracted on her thighs.

You have me.

A split second later, Caspen came.

For the first time, Tem tasted him—all of him. His cum was warm and soft and smooth, flowing down her throat like melted gold. She swallowed it all, eager to possess everything he was willing to give her. His cock was still in her mouth when her own orgasm arrived. Caspen groaned again, and Tem knew he was swallowing her too. She shuddered as he licked her, savoring her wetness with deep, sensual strokes. Then he stood upright, pulling his cock slowly out of her mouth. When he finally released her, Tem sat up, turning to look at him.

His eyes were black, his chest slick with sweat. Tem was sweating too, she realized, and her neck ached from holding such an unnatural angle for so long. But she didn’t mind. She liked feeling the effects of sex on her body—liked the way Caspen left his mark on her.

He was already reaching for her, pulling her into a kiss.

They kissed slowly, discovering the way they tasted together. Tem sucked gently on his lower lip. He did the same. Their mouths became gorgeously intertwined, and Tem could feel his tongue splitting in two as smoke rose from his shoulders. She kissed him deeper, pressing her body fully against his torso as his hands tangled in her hair. There was only one thing she wanted, and she spoke it into his mind:

More.

But Caspen pulled away.

“I already told you, Tem. We should not.”

His eyes were shut—she knew he was too scared to look at her. Smoke was curling around his body in probing tendrils, and the air felt as if it were on fire.

Tem placed a reassuring hand on his chest.

“Please, Caspen. Try.”

He didn’t move. She dropped her voice to a whisper:

“Try for me.”

He was still for another long moment. A low, steady hiss filled the room. Then he opened his eyes.

“I cannot guarantee your safety.”

She nodded.

“I know.”

Tem knew he would yield. He wanted her too badly to resist. Still, it felt like time slowed to a crawl as Caspen cupped her face in his hands and looked her directly in the eye. His thoughts came to her in a devout whisper:

Kora herself could not sway me as you do.

Tem smiled.

Fuck me, Caspen. Now.

He smiled too, and she saw the beginnings of his fangs.

They fell back onto the mattress as Caspen centered himself between her legs. His lips were once more on hers, the head of his cock just beginning to enter her.

And how shall I fuck you?

Slowly.

Caspen slid inside her with unhurried, leisurely grace. Tem moaned at his poignant pace. It felt so unbelievably good she barely heard him as he lowered his lips to her ear and said:

“Tell me what you like.”

He’d never asked her that before. Their lessons in the cave had always been about him—and by extension, the prince. Anything Caspen knew about her sexual preferences had been learned through their experiences together. She couldn’t believe he was asking her, point blank, what she liked in bed.