Page 60 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

“Come for me.”

His voice is hoarse. I can feel the hard length of him against my inner thigh.

I remember all at once that he is part of this, too. With John, there was hardly ever time for me to think about anyone except John. I was never given the opportunity to be selfish.

Now that I can be selfish, however, I don’t want to be. I want Caleb to feel the way I’m feeling.

To be lost in the sensation of what I can do for him.

As Caleb plunges his fingers in deeper and draws earth-shattering circles over me with his thumb, I pull together enough brain cells to slide a hand between us and reach inside of his shorts.

My fingers barely brush the silky length of him before Caleb’s free hand clamps down on my wrist.

“Not yet,” he says, echoing his response from earlier when I asked about changing training methods.

“Why not?”

Breathless, I try to pull myself away from his fingers—I can’t think when I’m this close to the edge—but Caleb is relentless.

He pins my arm to the wall once again and adds a third finger, stretching me around his digits.

I moan, both in protest and pleasure.

I open my mouth to repeat the question, to demand an answer, but the first waves of my orgasm shiver through me, and I lose the ability to speak.

Instead, I squeeze my eyes closed and tip my head back against the wall. I’m riding his hand with abandon now, my hips rolling over his knuckles, seeking the delicious pressure of his thumb.

No room to be self-conscious or ashamed. The need for satisfaction has pushed everything aside. Turned me into an animal.

I reach out with my free hand to explore him—his chiseled face, his silky hair, his muscled arms—but Caleb quickly releases my other arm only long enough to collect both of my wrists.

He pins my arms against the wall above my head and forces me to surrender entirely to his touch.

It’s frustrating and erotic and too much for me to contain.

A powerful release rocks through me. It’s not a steady, unrelenting rumble like an earthquake, but a sudden fissure in the bedrock of my body. It feels as though I’m being split wide and swallowed by warmth and pleasure.

I’m grateful Finn’s house is set far away from the road on a hill because otherwise, the neighbors might make noise complaints.

The sounds coming out of my mouth are unrecognizable and uncontrollable.

I’ve never come like this before.

It’s more than a clenching of abdominal muscles and a wave of warmth. I’m drowning in the release.

Pleasure ripples through my muscles, sending jolts to my extremities until the only thing keeping me from collapsing in a puddle of useless bones is Caleb’s fingers inside of me.

Distantly, I realize Caleb is using me like a puppet, literally controlling my movements from the inside.

But I can’t bring myself to care when it feels so. Damn. Good.

Caleb strokes me from the inside out as the pleasure recedes. When it slips away entirely, leaving me sated and lazy, he pulls his fingers out, adjusts himself inside of his jeans, and steps away.

I reach towards him with spaghetti arms. “Don’t you want—”

He shakes his head. “Not tonight.”

I want to argue with him—it isn’t fair that he has torn down my defenses while keeping his firmly in place.

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