Page 129 of Academy of the Wicked, Year Two

“Guess I’m a bit larger than dream monster cock, hmm?”

My cheeks burn, but I don’t get the chance to reply before hepushes in.

The stretch isimpossiblygood—just the thick head of him breaching me makes my entire body tense, pleasure sparking up my spine. My mouth parts in a soundless gasp as he slides deeper, the slow, inexorable push stealing my breath.

Atticus groans above me, a low, guttural sound of pure relief.

His grip on my wrists tightens, his chest rising and falling in deep, shuddering breaths.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his forehead pressing to mine. “You feelbetterthan I imagined.”

He thrusts deeper, inch by inch, and I can only take it—my walls clenching, stretching around his impossible size. Every nerve in my body is alive and sensitive, my thighs shaking as he buries himself to the hilt.

He stills for a moment, letting me adjust, but his bodytrembleswith restraint.

“I waited fuckingyearsfor this,” he growls, voice rough, feral. “Killed for this.” He licks along the shell of my ear, his grip tightening on my wrists as he presses me further into the desk. “You know that? Slaughtered men in the depths of prison just to make sure I got out…toclaimwhat’s mine.”

The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through me, heat pooling low in my belly. His hips pull back before he slams into me again, making me cry out as he stretches me even further.

“So fuckingtight,” he groans, moving again, his pace unrelenting. “Like your pussy was made for me.”

I can’t even argue, not with the way my body reacts—taking him, clenching around him,milkinghim as he thrusts into me.

His pace is brutal and relentless, and all I can do istake it. His cock drags against every sensitive nerve, hitting that perfect spot with every deep, punishing thrust. My breasts bounce with every movement, and hewatches, his crimson eyes darkening with lust.

“You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, his grip on my wrists unyielding as he pounds into me. “Letting me fuck you like Iownyou.”

I can’t speak, can’t form words through the pleasure, only moan as he drives into me harder.

He chuckles, dark and knowing.

“That’s right. Just take it, little mouse. Let me ruin this pussy.”

His hand moves from my wrists to my thigh, lifting my leg and pinning it against the desk to spread me even wider for him. The angle isdevastating— he sinks even deeper, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

“Atticus—oh, fuck?—”

“That’s it,” he groans, fucking me deeper, rougher,harder. “Say my fucking name when I’m inside you.”

I do.

Again and again.

Until it’s the only thing leaving my lips, my moans rising in pitch as my climax builds.

Atticus leans over me, his weight pressing me flat against the desk, his cock driving into me at an angle that makes my body tremble with impending release.

“You gonna come for me?” he rasps against my ear, his teeth nipping at my throat. “Come all over my cock?”

I nod frantically, every muscle in my body tensing as the pressure builds impossibly high.

“Then do it,” he growls. “Fuckingcome for me.”

The command sends meover.

Pleasure crashes through me, my entire body shuddering as I unravel around him, my pussy clenching down sotightit makes himsnarl.

“Fuck,Gwen?—”

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