Page 102 of Split or Swallow

Tem had seen inside Caspen’s mind, so she knew everything he wanted to do with her. And yet he followed her lead, kissing her with tender devotion, only deepening the kiss when she pulled him closer—only slipping his fingers inside her when she spread her legs. His restraint only turned Tem on more. He was letting her take the lead—ceding his power—something he’d never done before.

He caressed her gently, his touch like a ripple in a still lake. Tem touched him too, pulling off his trousers and wrapping her fingers around his cock. Caspen let out a shudder as she did so, and at his reaction, Tem felt a sudden surge of confidence. She placed her palm flat on his chest, pushing him away from her.

Momentary concern flashed across Caspen’s face. Tem smiled softly to reassure him. Then she tilted her knees, allowing her legs to fall all the way open.

She was ready now.

“Tem,” Caspen breathed.

It was all he said, yet it was more than enough. For a moment, he did nothing but stare reverently at the center of her. Blackness overtook his eyes, driving away any trace of gold. The air around them grew even warmer as he bent forward, trailing his lips along the curve of her stomach. His fingers wrapped around her thighs, pulling them open even more. Caspen kissed the inner hollows of her legs—one and then the other.

He paused to look up at her, silently asking permission one last time. Tem nodded.

Then he lowered his head and his mouth met the part of her she’d only ever dreamed a man would taste.

The second Caspen’s tongue touched her, a swell of hunger passed through his mind and into Tem’s, blurring the lines between them until she didn’t know where his desire ended and hers began. Tem moaned as he swirled his tongue slowly around her clitoris, easing his entire mouth against her. They had barely begun, and yet she already felt like she was seconds away from losing control. Despite herself, she was suddenly self conscious.

Tem. Caspen said in her mind. Let me do this for you.

Tem closed her eyes.

He was so, so good at this. Tem shouldn’t have been surprised; he’d had centuries of experience, after all. But she wondered if his presence in her mind made him even better. It seemed like he was catering to her every thought. When she wished he would go deeper, he did. When she wished he would touch her a certain way, he did.

First his tongue was on her clitoris, then it was inside her, dipping into her wetness, tasting the heaven he’d wanted to taste for so long. There was no mistaking how much he liked it. She felt his adoration in every stroke, heard his devotion in the way his moans joined hers. He slid a finger inside her, and the temporary change in sensation made her weak. Tem knew he was widening her—coaxing her apart like the petals of a flower—preparing her for what was to come later.

She gasped as Caspen slipped another finger inside her, holding her open to give his tongue even greater access. It was exhilarating to have his head between her legs—to see him bow to her as if he were in prayer. Tem had no idea how she’d survived without such pleasure for so long, and if she never felt it again, she would⁠n’t survive that either.

His tongue was unstoppable, his fingers pushing deeper and deeper. It felt better than she’d ever imagined, and she’d imagined it a hundred times. Caspen was losing himself in her, gaining as much as he was giving, devouring her as if he had been starving until this moment.

He began pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm, sucking on her clitoris at the same time. The combination of sensations was so overwhelming Tem covered her hand with her mouth, afraid of the noises she might make.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Her eyes flew open as Caspen sat up. He leaned forward, pulling her hand away from her mouth.

Do not hide from me.

Tem understood that there was nothing she could do that would push him away. He only wanted more from her. More from her body, more from her mind, more from her heart.

Instead of leaning down again, Caspen placed his entire palm between her legs, splaying his fingers flat on her stomach and working the heel of his hand back and forth over her wetness. The strict, repetitive motion was nearly more than Tem could bear. Her clitoris was throbbing beneath his relentless touch, and suddenly she couldn’t have stayed quiet if she’d tried.

Caspen watched her as he touched her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body. Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them in a mirror of their first interaction. Only now it was Caspen’s hand between her legs instead of her own; now they were doing what they were always meant to do—becoming what they were always meant to become.

Demand flared in Caspen’s eyes. He could only go so long without tasting her.

His head dipped again, and this time Tem threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him as close as she could. She let out a desperate whine; it still wasn’t enough.

Caspen stilled his tongue.

Use me, Tem.

Tem understood his command. She tightened her grip, arching her hips to meet his mouth, grinding up against him again and again. He gripped her right back, making it easy for her to take exactly what she needed from him. Tem moaned shamelessly. There was simply nothing in the universe that felt better than this. She knew what was building within her; she knew she was about to fall apart for him.

Just when her climax was imminent, Caspen pulled away.

Tem drew in a sharp breath. She was so close. But Caspen had always been this way; he never let her have it easily.

Her clitoris was swollen and tender. She let out a helpless whimper as Caspen trailed a single finger over it, the motion setting her entire body on fire. His voice surged into her mind: