Page 307 of Split or Swallow
Then he lowered his head.
He licked her, his tongue softer than silk, pressing against the most sensitive part of her as if he knew exactly what it would do to her—as if he knew exactly how much it would make her need him.
“Leo, please,” she whispered.
“Please what, Tem?” he murmured against her clitoris.
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet.”
Now Leo was the one resisting her—taking his time now that he finally had her in his bed. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart. Tem arched her hips, meeting his mouth as his tongue delved even deeper.
It was nothing like when he’d tasted her in the maze. That time had been aggressive and militant—almost like a punishment. This time was slow and sensual and intimate, and Tem felt connected to Leo in a way she never had before. He was cherishing her—adoring her with his tongue—kissing the center of her like it was the most precious thing he’d ever tasted.
“Leo,” she cried as his fingers joined his tongue.
His response was wordless, yet Tem understood what he was telling her with every stroke—she heard his message in every moment that he lost himself inside her. He loved her.
Tem was approaching the edge. It was inevitable; she couldn’t resist if she tried.
She threaded her fingers into his hair, holding his head between her legs. She felt no shame—this was everything they were always meant to do—this was the way they were meant to be.
“Fuck,” Tem moaned. Leo’s favorite word.
It was the easiest thing in the world to come against his tongue.
Leo swallowed every last drop of her. There was no limit to his allegiance—no threshold he wasn’t willing to cross. Tem arched her hips, rewarding him for his devotion, letting him know without a shadow of a doubt that he had earned access to any part of her he craved.
When Leo raised his head, he smiled.
“Do you want my cock, Tem?”
She nodded.
“Say it,” his fingers slid in and out of her, teasing her beyond what she could take. “Say you want my cock.”
Tem would obey. Just this once.
“I want your cock, Leo.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“Where?”
Her fingers joined his.
“Here.”
Leo kissed her thigh again, forcing her to wait for him—forcing her to be patient.
But patience had never been her strong suit.
“Leo,” Tem insisted. “Now.”
He chuckled softly.
