Page 76 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

Whatever happens between us after this, I don’t want her to regret this moment for a second.

Unlike her measured movements, I fumble with her waistband for a few seconds before I’m able to undo the button and the zipper.

But as soon as I do, I shove the material down her legs, press the thin material of her panties aside, and slip a finger between her folds.

“You’re so wet.”

She strokes me again and has the audacity to look shy while she is simultaneously destroying my world. “I’ve been wet for days. Our foreplay happened in Finn’s entryway.”

Her confession is music to my ears.

I reach into the back pocket of my shorts and pull out the condom I had stowed there. While I’d like to say I didn’t have any plans to actually have sex with Haley, I definitely came prepared just in case.

Better safe than sorry, as they say.

When I hold it up in question, Haley licks her lips and nods.

There is a second of harried undressing as we step out of denim and underwear, but then Haley grabs my shoulders and lifts one of her legs up over my hip, and being with her is as easy and natural as breathing.

I watch her face as I slide in.

Her brows pinch together at the first inch, but with every shallow thrust, I gain more and more entrance and her expression shifts to total abandon. Her dark curls are spilling out of her now-lopsided ponytail, and her lips are swollen and red from my kisses.

She is as beautiful as I’ve ever seen her, impassioned and pleading against a tree, and when our bodies finally connect entirely, I throw my head back and let out a long growl.

I grip Haley where her body flares out from a tapered waist and bring her onto me just as much as I thrust into her.

The meeting of our bodies makes a wet, slapping sound in the otherwise quiet forest.

She is so ready for me. So welcoming and warm.

I pull nearly all the way out and then plunge back into her again and again.

“Yes. Yes,” Haley moans, squeezing her eyes closed and hooking her leg tighter around my hip.

After a few more thrusts, she wraps her arms around my neck and jumps until both of her legs are wrapped around me. I take her weight on my legs and press her more firmly against the tree.

Haley is light, but with her feet off the ground, we’re able to use gravity to our advantage. With each thrust, she tightens her thighs around my hips, hugging me, and as I pull out, she lifts herself up.

I knew Haley was growing stronger from all of our training—I’ve had to increase the weight on all of her workouts twice since she started—but now I am seeing the fruits of her labor pay off in a tangible way.

Her body is strong and lithe against mine. She is able to hold her own weight as much as I am, and she is able to leverage it in the way she wants.

It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” I growl between clenched teeth.

As I speak, I feel the first contractions of Haley’s orgasm.

She says something that sounds like “I’m coming,” but her words are too lost in her moaning to be fully intelligible.

I take her shuddering muscles as a sign and finally let go of the burning in my belly.

I’ve used sex as an outlet too many times to count. I start to feel jittery, so I find a willing partner to burn some energy with.

Usually, by the end, the itch under my skin fades away, and I call it a success.

But this is different.

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