Page 33 of Academy of the Wicked, Year One
I smirked against her mouth, my own need throbbing painfully as I continued to stroke her, preparing her for what was to come. When I was certain she was ready, I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the blunt head of my cock as I gazed down at her.
“You’re going to take every inch of me, little hybrid,”I said, my voice a low growl as I began to push inside.
I moved slowly, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate me. Her heat enveloped me, drawing me in inch by inch, her breath hitching with every agonizingly slow thrust.
Her head fell back, her lips parted as a low moan escaped her.
“Cassius…” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure and relief.
In the name of all the gods…
Never knew a woman’s desperate moan of my name could make me harder than I already am. No one has dared say my name with such passion.
“That’s it,” I murmured, gripping her hips as I pressed deeper. “Take all of me. Every last inch.”
When I was finally buried to the hilt, I paused, my own breath ragged as I struggled to control the overwhelming sensation of being completely sheathed inside her.
She was tight, impossibly so, and the way her body clenched around me made my vision blur with desire.
She gazed up at me through half-lidded eyes, her lips curving into a teasing smile despite the way her chest heaved with every breath.
“For someone who claims to be rough, this isn’t exactly…” Her words trailed off as I slammed into her, driving the air from her lungs with a sharp gasp.
I chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in my chest.
“You really enjoy teasing a beast, don’t you?”
Her attempt at a response was cut off as my shadows surged forward, tendrils slipping between her lips to silence her. Her eyes widened in surprise, locking onto mine as she realized her predicament.
I gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her closer to me as I began to move, each thrust hard and deliberate, sending shockwaves through her trembling body.
“You’ll appease them,” I said, my voice a dark promise as I watched her struggle against the tendrils filling her mouth. “Let’s see if you’re as skilled with that mouth as you are with your words. When I’m finished, I’ll decide if you’ve earned my seed.”
Her muffled moans and the way her body writhed against me only drove me further, the primal need to claim and dominate her consuming every thought.
She was mine, completely and utterly, and I intended to leave no doubt of that in her mind.
The rhythm of my thrusts quickened, her body meeting mine with equal fervor despite her restraints. Her flushed cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know— she was utterly lost to the pleasure, just as I was.
And gods, it was exquisite.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my hands tightening on her hips as I drove into her with unrelenting force. “Take everything I have to give you while you appease every aspect of my domain.”
She doesn’t know I can feel the sensation of her mouth stroking my shadows — the feel mind-fucking-boggling to my senses. I’ve never done this with anyone.
To tip to these sexual acts that our kind used to do centuries upon centuries ago when there were a few females left who could maintain doing such sexual acts without perishing instantly from our ruthless shadows.
A part of me thinks of the mark upon her neck, and how it forces a claim I have no idea how deep their roots go, but deep down —secretly —I’m pleased by its existence.
Thankfully no other of my kind can dare steal what I’ve unexpectedly discovered in the realms of my royal comrade’s domain.
Her muffled whimpers grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. I’m working myself up, resisting my urge to cum inside her for multiple reasons, but more so, I want to release my seed in the hollows of that sinful mouth that enjoys speaking far too much.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered.
“Let go for me, little hybrid. Show me how much you can take.”
Her response was immediate, her body arching against me as her orgasm tore through her, her cries muffled by the shadows that held her, still thrusting in as if chasing their own release that is strokes away from riddling through me.
