Page 136 of Split or Swallow

“I like it when you can’t resist me.”

He kissed her jaw.

“What else?”

“I like it when you turn me on in public.”

She was referring to the claw.

“What else?”

He murmured it against her skin, burying himself in her in every way possible.

“I like it when you make me come.”

Caspen brought his lips once more to her ear.

“That is not difficult to do.”

He was still fucking her slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to do so. Tem had no idea it could feel like this—that it wasn’t always wild and fast and desperate. It was one thing to feel desired, another entirely to feel cherished. Caspen demonstrated his love with every slow thrust, matching his movements to her breathing until she was practically in a trance. He kissed her neck, arching it back so she was vulnerable—yet secure—in his arms.

Tem had never been this wet before. Now she understood what it meant to truly take him, to receive his cock the way it was meant to be received—all the way to the base—thrust after merciless deep thrust. Heat rose on her cheeks, her whole body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She felt flushed, as if she had a fever.

“Tell me what you like,” she managed to whisper.

Caspen smiled.

“I like it when you say my name.”

Tem crossed her legs around him, pulling him even deeper.

“What else?”

“I like it when you cannot catch your breath.”

She couldn’t catch it right now.

“What else?”

“I like the sounds you make when I fuck you quickly.”

Despite what Caspen said, he didn’t fuck her quickly. He kept doing what she liked, while telling her what he liked. It was exactly what Tem wanted from him, and it only turned her on even more.

Caspen’s hand went between her legs. He massaged her clitoris gently, syncing the motion with his thrusts so that every time he went all the way inside her, his fingers applied even more pressure. It was almost beyond what Tem could handle.

“I know you like that,” Caspen said quietly.

Tem couldn’t even nod. He was guiding her toward her climax—getting her ready for release. His eyes were black pools, watching her in complete rapture. She wanted to come for him—to show him how devoted she was to their union—to show him that she was his.

Just when she was moments away, Caspen retreated, rolling onto his back.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

Tem obeyed, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock with a shameless moan. She jerked her hips quickly, chasing the euphoria she knew was imminent. They were surrounded by smoke: Caspen was alternating between shutting his eyes and staring at her neck, and she knew he was fighting to stay in control. Tem would not make it easy for him.

Her orgasm was building, building, building inside her—growing with ferocious determination—threatening to drown her in its insistency. She was seconds away again, and this time she would let nothing stop her. Tem dug her fingernails into Caspen’s skin, anchoring herself in the moment. It was heaven to ride him like this—to take ownership over her own pleasure and get herself where she needed to go.

Tem cried out as she soared into ecstasy.