Page 103 of Split or Swallow

Mine. Only mine.

Tem nodded eagerly.

Yours. Only yours.

His hiss of approval reverberated around the room.

Caspen lowered his head again, and this time he stayed there. Between his fingers and his tongue, Tem couldn’t control herself anymore. Her moans became desperate as her back arched away from the sheets.

Caspen, she cried into her mind.

I need it, Tem, he said back. Give it to me.

All her walls were down; all her defenses destroyed. There was nothing Tem wanted more than to give Caspen what he wanted, and get what she wanted in return.

So she let it build.

The insistent wave of pleasure grew, and Tem knew neither of them would stop it this time. Anticipation pricked up her spine; her body was tensing—coiling—preparing for release. She grasped the sheets as Caspen angled his fingers up, pulling a moan from her throat as he pressed against the very core of her. When he clamped her clitoris tightly between his teeth, she was done for.

Tem cried out as her body finally let go.

If it weren’t for their connection in her mind, she might not have known Caspen was coming too. But she felt his pleasure lace undeniably into hers, taking her further than she could have ever gone alone. As they rode their waves together, Tem felt something seal itself between them—a bond that could never be broken. They belonged to each other now; there was no going back to the way things had been before they’d shared this essential, fundamental thing.

Tem was completely wet from her climax. But it was clear Caspen had no intention of stopping. He was licking away her wetness—swallowing it—savoring it like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. There could be no mistaking his enjoyment. Even if they hadn’t been connected through their minds, she would have heard it in his groans—groans that only became more urgent the more he tasted her.

The air was getting undeniably warmer.

Tem knew they were in uncharted territory. It was impossible not to acknowledge the danger she was in—the danger they were both in. If Caspen lost control like he did last time, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t hurt her. They were all alone in his chambers—if anything happened, she was completely unprotected. Tem knew they were taking a risk. But she also knew how precious she was to him.

Caspen’s tongue was suddenly rough and coarse against her clitoris. Tem gasped at the sudden change in texture, her body jerking backward in surprise. Caspen only held her tighter, his hands clamping her hips in place, holding her down so he could lick her even deeper.

The dynamic between them was shifting.

His sole purpose was no longer only to pleasure her. Now Caspen was taking as much as he was giving—consuming her wetness like he needed it to survive. A deafening hiss filled the cave as he pushed his tongue even further inside her. It went impossibly far—she ached as if she were being stretched. Tem moaned as he teased her clitoris and penetrated her center at the same time. Realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

His tongue had split.

Tem recognized the extraordinary self control Caspen must be exhibiting in order to transition only this single part of him. Smoke rose from his shoulders, filling the air and skimming up Tem’s body in soft, shadowy streams. Tendrils curved around the sides of her breasts before flowing up her arms and pinning her wrists to the mattress.

It didn’t matter that he was a predator and she was his prey. Whatever happened next was inevitable. There was no stopping him, and she didn’t want to anyway. Caspen had a need that begged to be fulfilled. A hunger only Tem could sate.

Her legs were open wide; every part of her was exposed. He feasted on her with reckless abandon, his head dipping over and over as he ravished her with his tongue. Tem was helpless, her hands pinned above her head by the warm tendrils of smoke. It didn’t matter; she didn’t want to move anyway. There was nothing she wouldn’t let him do. No part of herself she wouldn’t give to him if he wanted it. His hunger awoke a twin flame in her—one that yearned to be fed.

Tem could do nothing but surrender—to Caspen, to herself, to pleasure.

His tongue was on her clitoris. And inside her. And when his fingers penetrated her too, she nearly came right then and there. It was too much; she was going to explode.

“Caspen!” she cried.

He only buried himself deeper. She was thrashing against the smoky constraints, her hips bucking as he stimulated something in her she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling. Everything culminated in a pinnacle—the splayed edges of her body colliding in a single, perfect point. Tem’s core contracted.

With a rush of euphoric release, she came.

Caspen’s hiss of approval was deafening. There could be no doubt she was giving him exactly what he needed—that her orgasm was feeding the part of him that craved her.

Tem felt suddenly weak, as if she had just sprinted a long distance. Caspen licked her softly, and she knew he had returned his tongue once more to its human form. He pressed kisses down her inner leg, keeping his fingers inside her as he bit her thigh, pinching her skin between his teeth—surely leaving a bruise—giving her an undeniable reminder of their union.

Tem couldn’t wait to look at that bruise tomorrow.