Page 130 of Academy of the Wicked, Year One

I leaned down, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left us both breathless.

“Maybe Wicked Academy will get that out of your system,” I murmured against her lips. “And you’ll let me spoil you the way you deserve.”

Her chest heaved as she pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

“I didn’t say…I don’t want you to give me this,” she whispered.

A soft chuckle rumbled in my chest, and I kissed her again, this time slower, deeper.

“We’ll see when you start classes,” I teased. “You might despise me.”

Her lips quirked into a smirk even as her body trembled.

“We’ll see,” she echoed, her voice filled with both challenge and promise.

The tension between us coiled tighter, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm as we neared the precipice.

At the last moment, I slid my arms beneath her, lifting her off the table and holding her securely in my grasp. The new position allowed me to drive into her with a desperation that matched my own need, my hips slamming against hers with relentless force.

“Nikolai!” she screamed, her body arching as her orgasm tore through her. Her walls clenched around me, the intensity of her climax sending me hurtling over the edge.

I thrust into her three more times, each movement deep and deliberate, before stilling, my own release consuming me.

I groaned her name, my head falling to her shoulder as my body shuddered with the force of my orgasm.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breathing ragged and our bodies trembling as we came down from the high.

I slowly lowered her back onto the table, my hands still cradling her as though she might break. Her cheekswere flushed, her hair a wild mess, and she looked utterly breathtaking.

“So, you do have a form of birth control?” I asked, my voice hoarse but teasing.

She chuckled softly, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Yes, so you don’t need to worry. Not like it seemed to matter to you.”

I leaned down, brushing a kiss along her temple.

“It doesn’t,” I admitted, my tone serious. “If you did get pregnant, I meant what I said.”

Her expression softened, but she raised an eyebrow.

“I’m still just a stranger to you,” she pointed out, though her voice lacked any real bite.

“For now,” I agreed, a sly smile tugging at my lips. “But now we’re strangers on a first-name basis who just had really good sex. So maybe that’s a start.”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine.

“Oh, I’m going to make you struggle before you find out everything about me.”

I grinned, brushing my lips against hers.

“I’ll count on it.”

Our eyes met, a silent understanding passing between us. Gwenivere leaned up, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was softer, slower, but no less consuming.

It’s a seal on our words, a promise unspoken but deeply felt.

We lingered in the moment, savoring each other, knowing that reality would soon call us back.

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