Page 35 of Academy of the Wicked, Year One

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I knew she was admiring me, her gaze filled with hunger and awe. Without hesitation, her hand reached out, her fingers curling around me as she gripped my length.

“Can you…change it?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. Her question took me by surprise, and I quirked an eyebrow, looking down at her.

“Change what?”

“The…size,” she clarified, her eyes darting up to meet mine, a faint blush creeping over her cheeks. “I mean, can you make it…bigger? Or smaller?”

I chuckled, the sound low and dark, as I saw the thoughts spinning in that clever little mind of hers.

“Technically, I can. But I’m not sure you’d survive if I indulged whatever dirty fantasy you’re cooking up in that head of yours.”

Her eyes widened slightly at my admission, and I smirked, knowing exactly where her thoughts had gone.

“If you do a good job and I’m in the mood, maybe I’ll appease your curiosity.”

She huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to trace along the head of my cock. The warmth of her tongue against the chill of my shaft sent ashiver through me, and I growled low in my throat, the sound reverberating in the space between us.

She didn’t stop there.

Slowly, deliberately, she took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my length with precision and a hunger that made my vision blur.

My head fell back as I groaned, a sound that was almost a roar, low and guttural, echoing with the raw intensity of my desire.

She worked me with a pace that was nothing short of merciless, her tongue sliding along every inch of me as her cheeks hollowed to take me deeper. Her eyes met mine, those pupils blown wide with mischief and determination, and I swore I could feel her smiling around me as she pushed herself further, taking me to the back of her throat.

“Gods,” I hissed, my hands fisting at my sides as I fought the urge to grab her head and control her pace.

She didn’t need it; she was a force of nature, moving with a rhythm that left no room for adaptation.

I wasn’t going to last. Not like this.

“So fucking good,” I seethed, my voice raw as I watched her. The way she moved, the way she devoured me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. She was fire and fury, all-consuming, and I was powerless to resist.

The pressure built rapidly, coiling tight in my core until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a loud, guttural groan, I came, my release shattering through me like a tidal wave. She didn’t flinch, didn’t choke. Instead, she sank further onto me, letting me spill down her throat before pulling back just enough to let the rest pool into that wicked mouth of hers.

As I pulled out, breathless and dazed, I watched her.

Her lips were still sealed, the evidence of my release glistening on her tongue as she waited, patient and expectant.No one had ever managed this—no one had ever handled me with such skill and ease.

This little hybrid was full of surprises, and I couldn’t decide if it infuriated or exhilarated me.

“Show me,” I commanded, my voice low and rough.

She obeyed, tilting her head back slightly to give me a better view. My lips curved into a rare smile as I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both possessive and indulgent.

The taste of her, of us, lingered as I pulled away just enough to whisper.

“Swallow.”

She obeyed without hesitation, the motion sending a shiver through me. When her eyes met mine again, there was something unspoken between us, something raw and unrelenting.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the weight of what had just transpired settling over us.

“I suppose I’ll have to keep you around,” I muttered, the words escaping me before I could second-guess them.

She huffed, her tone teasing despite the exhaustion in her voice.

“I’ll take that as a compliment for good service.”

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