Page 32 of Academy of the Wicked, Year One

"Do not summon him," I muttered under my breath. "It actually likes you."

She tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"Aww, really? I’m going to give him a name?—"

Her words were cut off by a gasp, her body jerking as cold tendrils of shadow slipped between her legs. Her core pulsed around the foreign sensation, her confusion and arousal evident in the way her eyes widened and her lips parted.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice breathless.

I smirked, folding my arms across my chest as I watched her squirm.

"Despite my lack of…firsthand experience, I am not entirely ignorant. I read for educational purposes, after all. And right now, you need to be far wetter than this if you want me to glide into you without causing unnecessary pain."

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, her mouth opening to argue, but the words dissolved into a moan as my shadows moved with more intensity.

I flicked my fingers, commanding them to explore her further, and her head fell back, her lips parted as soft whimpers escaped her throat.

I stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the front of her throat and tilting her head back so she had no choice but to look at me.

"I want to hear you," I murmured, my voice dark and commanding. "Loud and clear."

Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine with a mix of defiance and surrender.

"The others will hear," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

A sinister smile curved my lips as I leaned closer, my breath ghosting over her ear.

"Good. Let them hear. Let them know exactly how I’m able to fuck you the way I want."

Her gasp was soft, almost inaudible, but the way her body responded—arching into the shadows, trembling beneath my touch—was all the confirmation I needed.

I flicked my fingers again, the shadows obeying my silent command, and her moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure and need.

The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and yet so completely mine, makes the tip of my cock leak with precum while it throbs with impatience to replace my shadow tendrils into the depths of her hot pulsing pussy.

I leaned in, my lips capturing hers once more as the shadows continued their merciless assault, drawing her closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

Her body quaked beneath the touch of my shadows, her moans growing louder with each flick of my shadow fingers.

The sound of her unraveling filled the room, intoxicating and maddening all at once. She was nearing the edge, her breathing ragged and shallow, her frame taut with the mounting pressure of release.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I murmured.

“Don’t hold back, little hybrid. Let me feel how completely I’ve undone you.”

Her breath hitched, her back arching as the orgasm overtook her. Her entire body went rigid, and then she shattered, the sound of her ecstasy muffled against my mouth as I captured her cries in a searing kiss.

Her whimpers and gasps spilled into me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me for dear life. The raw vulnerability in her response made something primal flare within me.

The shadows retreated at my silent command, leaving her dripping and trembling in their absence. My hands roamed her body, one sliding down to grip her thigh while the other cupped her breast. I rubbed my cock between her wet folds, teasing her entrance as I continued to claim her mouth, knowing my length will be glistening with her juices momentarily.

Her moans grew louder, her body melting against mine as I overwhelmed her with sensation.

“So eager,” I murmured against her lips, my voice dark with amusement. My thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, earning a sharp gasp as she pressed closer to me.

“You’re completely lost now, aren’t you?”

She didn’t respond with words; instead, her hips shifted, seeking more friction, more connection.

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