Page 127 of Academy of the Wicked, Year One

Her body writhed beneath me, her breaths coming faster, her moans growing louder as I increased my pace.

My tongue plunged into her, exploring the hot, slick walls that pulsed around me, and I felt her whole body tense. Her thighs quivered, her hips bucking against my face as I drove her higher, deeper into the pleasure that was building between us.

“Nikolai,” she gasped again, her voice trembling. “Please… faster…”

I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh as I obeyed, thrusting my tongue into her with renewed urgency.

Her cries grew louder, her nails digging into my scalp as she arched off the table, her body bowing beneath the intensity of her pleasure.

“I’m… I’m going to…” Her voice broke, her legs trembling as she tightened her grip on me, pulling me closer. “Nikolai!”

Her climax hit her like a wave, her body trembling violently as she cried out, her thighs squeezing around my head as she rode out the crest of her orgasm.

I didn’t stop, my tongue continuing to lap at her, drinking in every drop of her release as she shuddered and moaned beneath me.

Her taste flooded my senses, her scent wrapping around me like a drug, and I was lost in her. I didn’t pull back until her trembling subsided, until her body stilled, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Only then did I lift my head, my lips glistening with her essence as I met her gaze.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she stared at me. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t abated; if anything, it had grown sharper, more intense.

“You taste delightful,” I said, my voice low and rough as I slowly licked my lips, savoring the lingering sweetness of her on my tongue. “But now you’ve got me wondering…”

Her brow furrowed slightly, curiosity mingling with the lingering haze of her pleasure.

“Wondering what?” she asked, her voice soft and breathless.

I leaned closer, my hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her open again as I let my gaze drop to the glistening folds that still pulsed with the aftermath of her release.

“How those hot little walls of yours would feel wrapped around my cock.”

Her breath hitched, her cheeks darkening with a blush that spread down her neck, but she didn’t look away.

Instead, she held my gaze, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile.

“We won’t know,” she murmured, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body, “until you strip and find out.”

A smirk tugged at my lips as I rose from my knees, the heat in Gwenivere’s gaze spurring me on.

I took a deliberate step back, savoring the way her eyes followed my every movement, drinking in every inch of me as if she were memorizing the moment.

I reached for the button of my pants, undoing it with a slowness that bordered on torturous. Her lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling as she watched my every move.

The sound of the zipper sliding down was amplified in the charged silence, and her eyes darkened as I pushed the fabric down my hips, letting it pool around my ankles.

The moment stretched as I stepped out of the pants, standing before her in my naked glory. Her gaze swept over me, lingeringon the defined lines of my chest and stomach before dropping lower.

The way she bit her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the plush flesh, made my cock twitch with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking hot when you do that,” I said, my voice rough with desire.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, her cheeks tinged with a blush.

“What?” she asked, her voice breathless.

I took a step closer, my hands finding her thighs and spreading them further apart, making room for me to fit between her legs.

“When you bite your lip like that,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over the very lip she’d been abusing moments ago. “It’s hot. Seductive.”

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