Filed To Story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
“Kora,” he breathed. His other hand was on her hip. His fingernails dug into her skin, coaxing her forward.
The time to be still had passed.
Tem rode him slowly, splaying her hands flat on his torso. Both his hands went to her breasts, giving them a hard squeeze before gripping her hips once more.
“So fucking wet for me.”
It was true. She was dripping for him.
It made riding his cock easier, made it so that she could slide up and down without restraint, ignoring everything but the way he felt inside her. Leo let her ride him, and Tem knew he’d imagined this. It only turned her on more to think of him that way-to picture him touching himself in the quiet darkness of his room, perhaps in front of the fire, coming into his palm at the thought of her on his cock. It was part of the reason she liked Leo so much. He was obsessed with her.
Tem felt her orgasm building long before it arrived. She worked toward it slowly, taking her time, bringing herself there while the prince watched. Leo touched her the entire time. He ran his hands over her ass, her hips, her waist. He filled his palms with her breasts.
“You were made for me,” he rasped.
Tem leaned forward so he could see even more of her. The angle was nearly unbearable. His cock penetrated her so deeply that she gasped.
“Take it, Tem.”
Tem did as she was told.
She took it over and over until she knew she couldn’t take it anymore. When she reached that point, she let herself go, surrendering to all the pleasure Leo provided her. Her climax was visceral and raw, beginning between her legs and spreading throughout her entire body, unraveling her to her very core.
Leo held out, waiting until Tem’s orgasm had completely run its course before having his own. It was incredible to watch him come. Tem noticed everything: the way his hands tightened on her hips, the way his veins popped beneath his skin, the way he tilted his chin as if to get a better view of her. It was clear that Tem had made him come-not the sex but Tem herself. She was all he wanted-all he needed.
She was his muse.
“Leo,” she whispered as he poured himself into her.
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against his chest. “I know, Tem,” he murmured as he rubbed her back. “I know.” His fingers stroked her spine, and his lips pressed against her shoulder.
Tem drew in a shuddering breath. Leo’s heart was beating frantically in his chest, even faster than hers. He’d wanted this for far longer than Tem had. Leo was the one who yearned for her; Leo was the one who wanted a future that may never happen.
Tem lifted herself up. She touched the head of his cock before trailing her fingers up his torso, spreading a thin trail of his own cum over his skin, marking him with irrefutable evidence of their congress. Then she licked her fingers.
Leo watched her in amazement. “You’re so gorgeous, Tem,” he whispered, his lips drifting to her neck. “So fucking stunning.”
She grasped a handful of his hair. “So are you.”
Leo let out a soft laugh, pulling her down onto the bed. “Is that right?”
“Yes. Boys can be pretty too, Leo.”
They lay together for a long time, doing nothing but touching each other. Tem explored the soft blond hair that trailed down to Leo’s cock, the smooth dips between his ribs, the prominent Adam’s apple on his neck.
Leo explored her too, touching her thighs, her hair, her sensitive nipples.
They kissed while they touched, and eventually, Tem’s hand found his cock. He wasn’t immediately hard again like Caspen always was, but Tem didn’t mind. Perhaps it was beautiful, in a way, that there were limits with Leo. Each time with him was precious-each time meant something. She was content simply to stroke him with her fingers, listening to the sounds he made while she did it. It wasn’t until later, when he began fingering her, that he became hard once more.
“Leo,” she whispered as he rolled on top of her. “You said I could have anything I wanted.”
“So I did,” he whispered back. “How do you want me?”
Tem pulled him closer. “Just like this,” she whispered. “Right here.”
Leo smiled. “Then so you shall have me.” He slid inside her.
Somehow it felt even better than the first time. They both moaned in unison, their breaths becoming one. Leo cradled her head in his hand, holding her securely as he sank into her again and again.
“So soft, Tem,” he whispered. “So wet.”
Tem took him deeper and deeper, all the way to the very center of her, validating their connection in the best way she knew how. She wanted to seal them together indefinitely. She wanted Leo’s heart imprinted on hers. She wanted to give him her heart in return.
“I’m close, Leo.”
He slowed his pace. “Not yet, Tem.”
“Why not?”
“You said you wanted to come together.”
Tem wanted nothing more.
She let Leo set the pace, savoring the way his tongue tasted in her mouth, tracing it with hers. She remembered their first kiss-how he’d told her to find him when she was ready. It was always that way with Leo. He always waited for her-always made sure she got what she wanted, even when she didn’t know she wanted it. He listened to her. He cared.
Leo’s face was right in front of hers. When he looked into her eyes, Tem understood that this moment meant everything to him. He’d chased her for so long, never truly earning her favor until it was too late. She wanted to give this to him now, to be together before everything inevitably fell apart around them.
Tem relaxed beneath his thrusts, knowing they would find their way together. She felt the hardness of his body, how perfectly it moved within hers. Their song had taken a long time to write, but now it was all Tem wanted to hear. Leo wasn’t perfect, and neither was she. Tem didn’t know what their future held, didn’t even know if she would survive the week. But she knew she wanted to try. For him.
“Tem,” Leo murmured, his lips dropping to her neck. His thrusts were quickening. “I’m going to fuck you harder now.” The words were strained; he was clearly holding back.
Tem nodded eagerly, showing him she wanted that too. “Fuck me harder, Leo.”
Her hands left his head and wrapped around the bedpost, holding on tight as he drove into her. This was it: the moment for them both. Tem had been waiting for this ever since they’d met in the study and they’d drank whiskey together for the first time. This had been building between them since then.
Tem closed her eyes. She knew Leo was watching her-knew he wanted to see every moment of this. But Tem wanted to feel it instead. She wanted to understand how her body took his, how perfectly they would conclude their union. This could be goodbye after all. Tem didn’t want to forget a moment of it.
Leo called her name.
Tem answered with his.
They came together.
Tem opened her eyes to see Leo above her, content and fulfilled, his thrusts slowing as their waves began to ebb. Tem brushed her hands up his torso, pulling his face down to hers. She kissed him, and he kissed her back, and for a very long time, that was all they did. When they pulled apart, Leo smiled, flashing his teeth. Tem touched the gold ones.
Leo’s expression sobered. Already, reality was setting in. Already, it was time to think about the future.
“Tem,” he whispered. “I didn’t know. If I had…”
Tem placed a single finger over his lips. She knew he hadn’t known. But Tem was not so naive to think he would have charted a new path if he had. Not without knowing her-not without falling in love with someone who contained the very thing he’d been trained to hate.
Her response was the same thing Caspen once told her. “I don’t hold you responsible for the sins of your ancestors.”
Leo nodded, although she couldn’t tell if he believed her. But there was nothing she could say to comfort him. This sliver of happiness was temporary for them. The moment they left Leo’s room, they would have to face what came next.
But that moment did not have to be now. They lay together, their breathing in sync, and Leo’s fingers brushed over the little claw necklace. Tem hadn’t bothered to take it off.
“Tem,” he whispered. “How did you find out about…who you are?”
She noticed how he said who rather than what.
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