Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
“Leo,” she whispered back.
They moved in perfect unison. Tem touched every part of his body, digging her fingernails into his back as his thrusts deepened. His cock roused something within her-something that had patiently waited until now to emerge. She wanted more of him. She wanted him to stake his claim on her. She wanted to stake her claim on him.
“Faster, Leo,” Tem whispered.
She felt him smile against her neck. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Tem.”
“Why not?”
“If I go any faster, we won’t be doing this for very long.”
She smiled, pride shooting through her as she understood the effect she had on him.
Tem arched her hips so his thrusts went deeper.
Leo’s fingers tightened in her hair. “Fuck,” he groaned. He pushed her down firmly, pressing her hips against the mattress so he was once more in control. “We do this my way, Tem.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” His fingers wrapped around her neck. “It is.”
She looked up at him. “What if I don’t want to do it your way?”
“You can have anything you want next time, Tem. But not this time.”
Before she could respond, Leo drew away.
He gripped her hips with his hands, pulling them up so he could watch her beneath him. He stared at the place of their union with covetous rapture, honoring their connection with every thrust. Tem’s fists twisted into the sheets as he fucked her, letting him see everything he’d only dreamed of seeing. Just as Tem could feel herself building toward her climax, Leo paused. His fingers flexed on her hips as he tightened his grip, holding her in place as he pulled his cock out until only the head was inside her.
He thrust in an inch. Then back out.
Then another inch.
Then back out.
It was befitting of Leo; it was torture.
He was teasing her, bringing her to the brink of where she needed to go without actually letting her get there. The prince was in control; the prince decided what happened next. Tem couldn’t blame him. It was only fair.
“Do you want to come, Tem?” Leo thrust a little farther, letting her have just half of his cock.
Tem nodded desperately.
“Use your words,” he ordered.
“I want to come.”
“Beg for it.”
“Let me come.”
“Again.”
She understood why he needed to hear it, why he needed her to ask for him over and over. After so many weeks of acting ambivalent toward Leo, he needed to hear that Tem craved him as much as he craved her. Tem, of all people, could understand how it felt to be unwanted and how good it felt when the opposite was finally true. She would let him take anything he wanted from her; she would let him have exactly what he’d coveted for so long.
Tem begged for it again and again, calling his name until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She vocalized everything she loved about him, telling him exactly how he made her feel. With every word she said, Leo’s cock went in a little farther. Finally, he was all the way inside her.
Tem asked for it one last time.
“Let me come, Leo. Please. I want to come.”
Leo pressed his fingers to her clitoris, and it was this finally that took Tem over the edge. “So fucking pretty,” he whispered.
Tem barely heard him.
She was flying-soaring-plummeting into the abyss with absolutely nothing to stop her. Leo was still touching her, still pushing her where he’d always wanted to take her. It was as simple as breathing to give this to Leo, to fall apart just for him, to see the complete and total victory in his eyes as she came.
Her body was laid out before him. She had nothing more to hide.
Leo reached for her, sliding his fingers behind her neck and pulling her upright. To be this close to him after what he’d just made her feel was nothing short of paradise.
“I want to come together,” she whispered.
Leo kissed her neck, then her jaw, then her lips. “We will.”
Tem didn’t argue. He was lifting his hips, thrusting into her from below. In one smooth motion, he reclined onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She immediately began to ride him.
“Be still,” Leo said.
Tem didn’t want to be still. It went against everything her body was telling her to do. “Why?”
“I want to look at you.”
Tem whimpered, straining her hips against his command.
Leo’s hands shot forward, gripping her waist and holding her down. “Be still,” he ordered.
Tem was still.
Leo leaned back, appraising her. The future king. “You look so good on my cock, Tem,” he whispered.
Tem wanted to move-to slide her hips forward to show him how good she looked riding his cock. But he had told her to be still, so she was. She watched him as he watched her, his eyes traveling over her body with haughty satisfaction.
“Who knew that the only time you took orders was in bed?”
Tem rolled her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”
“I certainly won’t.”
He was still holding her in place, still looking at her like she was his greatest prize.
Tem looked at him too, noticing all the things she’d never let herself notice before. His body was sculpted beneath hers, the rigid length of his cock placed perfectly in her center. She wanted to ride him so badly. But they would do this his way first. Then they could do it hers.
Leo brushed his fingertips up her thigh, raising goose bumps on her skin. “I’ve imagined this so many times,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.
Tem took his hand in hers, raising it to her breasts. She guided just the tips of his fingers over her nipples, one after the other. “Did you imagine this?”
Leo’s expression was one of unrestrained hunger.
Tem guided his hand even higher, biting down on his thumb. She sucked it gently, holding eye contact the entire time.
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