Page 129 of Academy of the Wicked, Year One

I pulled back slowly, savoring the way her walls clung to me before thrusting back in with deliberate precision. The sound she made, a mix of a moan and a gasp, sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

I set a steady rhythm, each thrust slow and deep, each movement designed to drive her higher. Her body responded beautifully, her hips lifting to meet mine, her moans growing louder with every stroke.

The bond mark on her chest glowed brighter, its golden light reflecting the intensity of our connection.

“Fuck, Gwenivere,” I groaned, my hands sliding up to cup her waist as I moved faster, harder. “This is so fucking good. You have no idea.”

Her response was a strangled cry, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched against me. Her body clenched around me, the heat and slickness driving me to the edge of control.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a desperate, searing kiss as I poured every ounce of my desire into her.

The room seemed to fade away, the world outside forgotten as we lost ourselves in each other. Her moans, her gasps, the way she clung to me—it was all-consuming, a fire that burned brighter with every passing second.

And I had no intention of letting it die out anytime soon because those sensations of pure connection are far too addicting to let it dwindle away.

The pace between us quickened our moans and groans blending into a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

The table beneath creaks and rocks with every thrust, the rhythmic sound punctuating the raw intensity of our connection.

Magic swirled in the air, lifting the scattered papers in a dance of ethereal energy, while the golden glow of my bond mark pulsed brighter with each movement.

My hair, usually a cascade of pure gold, began to shimmer and shift in the dim light, the ends darkening into a striking ombre of midnight blue and rich purple. I could feel the transformation as though my very magic had been set ablaze by the force of our union.

I braced my arms against the table on either side of her, my muscles taut with exertion as I ground into her, my hips rolling with precision and power.

Our lips met in heated kisses, desperate and consuming, as though we were trying to devour each other’s very souls. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and I didn’t hesitate to lavish them with attention, my mouth claiming a nipple as my fingers teased the other.

She cried out, arching into me, her hands gripping my shoulders as though she’d fall apart without the anchor I provided.

“Fuck, Gwenivere,” I groaned against her skin, my lips trailing along her neck as I thrust deeper, hitting a spot that made her gasp and claw at my back.

The table groaned again, its protests drowned out by the sounds of our passion.

For me, it was a unique torment—a blissful agony—to feel my climax approaching far too quickly. It was unheard of for me to be so undone, to be driven to the edge this fast.

Normally, I could hold back for hours, teasing and savoring my partner until their mind and body were completely mine.

But Gwenivere… she’s different. She’s undoing me in every possible way.

“Are you on birth control?” I managed to grunt out, my voice thick with urgency.

Her hazy eyes locked onto mine, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

“Why? Don’t want Fae babies?”

The very idea sent a shiver through me, and I groaned, my hips driving harder into her.

“Fuck, don’t tempt me,” I muttered, my grip tightening on her thighs as I folded her legs higher, spreading her wide.

I adjusted my angle, and the sharp cry she let out told me I’d hit exactly where she needed.

“Oh gods, Nikolai,” she moaned, her nails digging into my arms as her body quivered beneath me. “Don’t stop.”

“The idea of you pregnant would drive me out of this place,” I growled, my thrusts becoming more deliberate. “I’d take you back to my kingdom where you’d never have to lift a finger.”

Her breath hitched at my words, and she bit her lip, her body tightening around me.

“It’s…tempting,” she panted, her voice shaky. “But for now, I thrive on survival.”

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