Page 163 of Split or Swallow

Tem giggled.

“Is that funny?” he murmured.

His hands were moving too, skimming down the curves of her hips.

“Only rich people have scars from carriage accidents.”

“I am a rich person, Tem.”

“Don’t remind me. It’s one of your more abysmal qualities.”

Leo laughed.

Then he dipped down, grabbed the back of her thighs, and picked her up. Tem completed the motion, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. When they fell onto her bed, Tem understood exactly how much Leo wanted her. His hands were all over her body—greedy and insistent—yanking her underclothing off with unapologetic urgency. Tem lost herself in his grip, savoring the way he wanted her—needed her—and the way she wanted him in return. The moment they were both naked, they gasped together as skin met skin for the first time. Tem’s hand slid between Leo’s legs just as his hand slid between hers, and she let out a yelp as he pinched her clitoris.

“Leo.”

She saw his smirk even in the dark.

“Tem,” his voice was a barely restrained growl. “Don’t expect me to be gentle when you’ve made me wait this long.”

Tem decided not to make him wait any longer.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock—the second cock she’d ever felt—and began to stroke.

Leo sucked a tight breath between his teeth.

“Fuck, Tem.”

Tem smiled.

Leo’s cock was the perfect extension of him—long and proud and regal—yet another embodiment of his unchecked ego. Tem understood why he conducted himself the way he did—why he felt the need to answer to no one—why he moved through the world with such careless arrogance. She felt an undeniable surge of power with her fingers wrapped around his shaft. It was a privilege Tem couldn’t have comprehended before this very moment, and one she didn’t intend on wasting.

“Do you like that?” she whispered.

In response, Leo slipped his fingers inside her.

Nobody had ever touched her that way but Caspen. But her body knew what to do, and Tem knew to let it. Caspen’s words came suddenly back to her:

He has had anyone he wanted his entire life. So he is familiar with a woman’s body.

Leo was familiar indeed. He knew exactly how to touch her. He knew how to play with her clitoris, he knew how to stroke that channel inside her that made her burn with need. Tem couldn’t pretend she hadn’t imagined this. She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t looked at his nimble, beautiful fingers and imagined how they would feel caressing the most sensitive part of her. All her imagining couldn’t have prepared her for how it felt in real life. He was breathtakingly intuitive—changing his rhythm based on the sounds she made—applying pressure exactly where and when she wanted it. He was listening to her, and she wasn’t even talking.

They moved in tandem: her hand between his legs, and his hand between hers. Their breathing was synced, their cadences aligned. It was so easy to touch him. Caspen had taught her what to do, after all. Tem knew how to tease a man—how to make Leo groan, and how to make him like it. He touched her too, coaxing something from her that she couldn’t resist, forcing her to acknowledge that he could, perhaps, be right for her.

They were moving quickly now, every inch of Leo pressing against every inch of her, the friction of their skin sending Tem straight into a desperate frenzy. She felt like an animal in heat.

Her lips were on his neck.

“Leo,” she whispered. He was holding her together and pulling her apart.

“Ask for it, Tem,” he ordered.

“Now,” she whimpered in his ear. “Please, Leo. Right now.”

Leo obeyed immediately. Without another word he grabbed her hips and centered himself, looking down at her for a single, silent moment. Tem looked back, spreading her legs, holding herself open just for him. She noticed the way his pulse beat in his temple—his expression a wild cross between fierce desire and deep satisfaction—reveling in his victory, even now. He angled his hips, and she did too.

The moment his cock touched her, Tem’s mind erupted in agony.