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Her heart fluttered and a hint of nervousness edged back in to her bliss, but curiosity and desire soon had it overpowered. “Yes…please.”
“First, I’m going to tear your dress off the moment we’re alone,” he murmured. There was something raw and dangerous in his voice, and Ella found herself marveling at just how closely linked fear and desire had become for her. “Then, I’m going to run my hands over every inch of your perfect skin. Your neck…your breasts…those gorgeous hips…”
Ella’s head fell back against the door as she swallowed another moan and bit her lip hard enough to hurt. It still wasn’t enough to quell the tension building between her legs, or make it any more tolerable. Yet stopping wasn’t an option, either. She needed him to continue, to see through this fire he’d started within her until it either burned out or consumed her entirely.
“Then I’m going to push your legs apart and taste you,” he continued. There was no mistaking the arousal in his voice, or the fact that he was getting as much out of their little game as he was. Somehow, that made it all the more enticing. “I’m gonna take your clit between my lips and suck until you’re screaming, and then when you can’t take anymore, I’m going to fuck you with my --”
That was all she could take. Blinding pleasure exploded through every inch of her, spilling out from her heated core like a tidal wave. She was too enraptured to know if she’d successfully swallowed that last moan or not. She couldn’t bring herself to care. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her breaths were still coming in ragged gasps. She’d stopped touching herself actively, but the mere pressure of her hand pressed between her clenched legs, her hips grinding against it on their own, sent little sparks of pleasure through her even as the orgasm subsided.
“Oh, Bishop,” she whispered, sinking down to the floor since she’d become too dizzy to keep leaning against the door.
“Good girl,” he growled low in approval. His own voice was strained. “Damn, you’re hot.”
Ella could only give a breathy laugh, her ears still ringing as she collapsed with her back against the door, her weakened legs spread out on the floor. “Back at you.”
“Be ready to skip out early tomorrow night.”
“Mmh,” Ella murmured in agreement. She wanted him to fuck her now more than ever, but she was getting sleepy in the afterglow. All she could do was hope that time kept passing as quickly as it had since she’d arrived at the Academy.
Chapter 13
Ella
Ella woke up to the sound of birds shrieking outside her window and jumped up so fast she nearly hit her head on the desk next to her bed before she remembered it was the weekend and she didn’t have class.
That was a narrowly avoided heart attack for nothing.
She had curled up in bed not long after she’d gotten off the phone with Bishop, too tired to change out of her uniform. She left the dirty clothes in her hamper and slipped into the shower since she had overslept big time and knew it would take a while to get her hair in presentable shape for the ball.
She realized she hadn’t remembered to ask Bishop when it was, and was contemplating whether it was worth the awkwardness of texting him after that. When she opened her phone, she found that he’d already texted her.
Yesterday was fun. Let’s make tonight even better. I’ll pick you up downstairs at seven.
Ella’s breath hitched in her throat at the memory of the night before. She’d feared things would be awkward between them now, but maybe not.
Now she just had to find something to wear. She studied the items in her closet, but couldn’t think of one that fit the criteria of black tie. She found an item in the back she didn’t remember trying on and realized Axel must have slipped it in with the others.
It was definitely more suitable for the occasion than anything else she had. It was a fitted red dress, and while Ella usually chose shades that helped her blend in rather than stand out, maybe it wasn’t a bad way to debut the new her. She pulled on the dress, surprised by how perfectly it skimmed her curves. It also showed a bit more cleavage than she would usually have been comfortable with, but she felt beautiful and classic nonetheless.
After deciding on leaving her hair down, she slipped on her new heels and went downstairs. The dorm lobby was already empty, suggesting that most of the others had gone ahead early. Just as well.
Ella had been in survival mode ever since coming to the Academy, but the loneliness was beginning to set in. At least at the Hill house, she had Beatrice. They were both so busy that their text conversations had been growing more and more irregular. Ella had never imagined she would be homesick, but she missed having another woman to talk to.
When she reached the outside steps of the dormitory, she found herself wondering if the dress was really such a good idea. Axel was definitely going to be there, and he’d probably read into it.
Just as she was contemplating going back up to her room and changing, she caught sight of Bishop strolling toward her. He looked absolutely devastating in his dark suit with a tie that matched his cerulean gaze.
“Hey,” he said, coming to a stop a bit away to look her over. There was no mistaking the desire in his gaze, and it was as if they were merely picking up from where they’d left off the night before.
“Hey,” Ella answered breathlessly.
“You look incredible,” Bishop murmured, taking her hand in his as his eyes continued to scan her body.
“So do you.” She gasped as he pulled her into his arms for a searing kiss.
“Sorry,” he said when he finally pulled away, his eyes twinkling with amusement that proved he wasn’t really sorry at all. “Couldn’t resist.”
“If you don’t watch it, we’re going to end up missing the party altogether.”
