Page 77 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

The heat in my belly fades away, but rather than leaving me cold, a warmth floods my body, filling my center and then flowing to my extremities.

As I pulse into Haley’s body, drawing out the last shudders of her orgasm, my own body feels like it is humming.

Not with energy that needs to be expelled, but with life.

Haley climbs down from my body, planting her feet on the ground, and she leans her head back against the tree and looks at me. Her swollen lips are parted in a smile, her hair is mussed, and her skin is marred with the evidence of my overeager mouth and kisses.

She looks gorgeous.

I feel alive.

It is fucking terrifying.

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Haley

I don’t know how to categorize what Caleb and I just did.

I thought I’d had sex before, but suddenly, I’m not sure.

Yes, I’ve had orgasms before, but they usually came from my own hand. John seemed incapable of giving me one, and when I dared to ask him once if he could try something else to pleasure me, he suggested I give him a blowjob since I “seem to like them so much.”

But Caleb took care of me. In every way a human body can be taken care of, he took care of me.

My center feels swollen and tender from the force of our coming together, but my entire body tingles with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

I wish I could live in this forest forever.

“I’m pretty sure the park rangers would frown on that,” he says, revealing that I must have spoken my wish out loud.

My skin is flushed and warm, and my legs tremble beneath me, but I manage to stand on my own two feet.

“Besides,” he adds, “the only water around here is from the lake, and I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but it is nasty.”

The mention of the lake reminds me of Estefania and her aversion to lake water.

Which reminds me of our text conversation earlier.

As soon as the motorcycles pulled up to the campsite, I knew it was John and the Hell Princes. I apologized to Caleb because I knew I’d caused this drama for him and whatever happened as a result would be my fault.

But now, I realize it really was my fault.

“Shit.” I grab my shorts off the ground and tug them on, jumping to get the waist over my hips and butt.

Caleb chuckles. “What? Did you think living out here was a real possibility? Did I just squash your dreams?”

“Oh, no. Sorry, I followed a train of thought and realized…”

I’m not sure how much I’m supposed to tell Caleb now. We were open and honest with one another just a few minutes ago, but that was because we were emotional.

Caleb confided one of his most closely held secrets to me in a fit of frustration and anger, but does that change anything for us now?

“I don’t have a sharing stick, but I can find one for you if you want,” he says, sarcastically examining the forest floor.

When he looks up at me, his mouth is tilted in a smirk, but there is a new emotion lighting up in his eyes. I realize all at once that it is vulnerability.

“I bared myself to you in more ways than one—” he motions to his body with both hands—“so it’s only fair that you share your secrets, too.”

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