Page 233 of Between Two Kings

Tem understood what he meant: as long as they didn’t touch, it wasn’t legitimate—it wasn’t real. No skin meant no betrayal, no deceit. If this was how Leo wanted to justify this, then who was Tem to deny him? If the only way she could have him was to not have him at all, she would take it. They had to relieve this urge—this horrible, aching need that was driving them both to insanity. No lines would truly be crossed. Not really. Perhaps it was just a lie they told themselves. But Tem needed that lie right now.

She needed Leo.

Without a word, Leo raised the letter opener once more to her chest. This time he brushed the blade gently over her breasts, tracing a line from one to the other. Her nipples, already tender, cinched into hard peaks.

With a single, deft motion, Leo flipped the letter opener in his hand so he was holding it by the blade. “Get on the desk.”

Tem did as she was told.

As soon as she lifted herself up, Leo stepped between her legs. It was not unlike the position she’d been in with Apollo after he taught her how to petrify, when he’d used his fingers to make her come. Only this time, instead of a finger, the marble handle of the letter opener touched her center. Tem let out an involuntary gasp—one so quiet it was barely audible over the crackling of the fire. But she knew Leo heard it. As if that gasp was the permission he needed, he let out a noise of his own, something between a moan and a growl—something raw and hungry and real.

He stepped even closer.

Their faces were inches apart; Tem had to crane her neck to look up at him. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Leo raised his other hand, grabbed a handful of her curls in his fist, and pulled until her head was arched back. Then he pulled even harder. Tem cried out, jerking her hips so that she nearly fell off the desk. It was heaven.

Leo leaned over her, staring right in her eyes as he pushed the handle deep into her wetness. Tem was used to hard objects; she’d already taken Rowe’s golden cock. This was no different—the smooth stone slid inside her easily, and she bit her lip in pleasure. Leo bit his own, as if, in doing so, he could feel what she felt. His gold incisors gleamed in the firelight.

He was working her good now—he knew exactly the right cadence to take, exactly the right angle to make her whimper. Leo knew everything about her, including how to touch her even when he wasn’t touching her at all.

“Take your cock out,” Tem gasped. She needed to see it.

Leo shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

The smooth marble slid all the way out of her, then all the way back in.

“If my cock is out, I’m going to fuck you.”

“I want to see it.”

He smiled. “I know you do.”

“Please, Leo.”

“No, Tem. And don’t ask me again.”

Tem couldn’t beg anymore. There were more important things happening—things that required her attention. The handle was moving quickly now, in and out, exactly as a cock would. Every few seconds, Leo would flick the end up over her clitoris, and Tem would nearly come apart each time.

He was so warm. All of him. Waves of heat radiated off Leo—far hotter than the flames in the fireplace. Every dark and luscious urge inside Tem screamed to break free. She wanted to ravage him, to rip him apart and wrap him around her until there was no difference between his body and hers.

The letter opener was still moving. Slipping in and out of her, playing with her, teasing her. Tem moaned through all of it, savoring the unforgiving hardness of the marble.

“Fuck,” Leo whispered. “I wish you were mine.”

“I am,” Tem whispered back.

It was only then that she realized that while he couldn’t touch her, she could touch him. Leo was still completely clothed—the only exposed skin were his forearms and his neck, which she could easily avoid. Without waiting another moment, Tem raised her hands and placed them flat against his chest. She felt his torso through his shirt, hard and lean, brushing her fingers over the channels between his abs. She touched his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex as he moved the letter opener inside her. Then she simply grabbed his shirt and held on tight.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” he groaned.

That was all Tem wanted too. She wanted him to turn her around and fuck her against the desk, her breasts against the wood, her hair in his hands. She wanted him to fuck her lying down, their bodies pressed together; standing up, their hands on the mantel.

Instead she said, “You can’t.”

“I didn’t say I was going to. Just that I want to.”

Tem almost smiled. But the imminence of climax was distracting her. She was so close to coming. Leo knew it too. His motions were purposeful and strong, pushing her closer and closer with each passing second.