Page 106 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

When he makes me regret this moment later, it’s going to hurt.

“The girls I fucked were…average. It was good for releasing some steam, but they lacked some desirable qualities.”

“Like?”

His eyes rake over my face, and I imagine him saying,“they weren’t you.”Instead, he shakes his head. “It hardly matters.”

That’s all the answer I’m going to get, it seems.

So I just let it go.

For better or worse, the past is the past.

Living in the present is the only option we have.

I arch towards him and press my lips to the base of his throat, trailing kisses up the length of his neck and over his jaw.

He cradles my head and lets his fingers play in my hair. He kisses my nose, my jaw, my eyelids. His touch is tender and sweet.

I savor every single second.

Eventually, his hands slide between us, fumbling with the button of my jeans.

I lift my hips, helping me slide the material down my legs, his fingers trailing fire along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

He kisses just above my knees and then moves higher, nipping his way towards my panties. When he finally reaches his destination, his breath tickling my center, I gasp and grab a handful of his hair.

Noah’s kissing skills are just as good down there. He sucks on me, flicking his tongue torturously over my most sensitive spot.

I breathe his name, squirming from the sensation, desperate for more.

And Noah delivers.

Without pause, he adds a finger to the torture, slipping one and then another into my wetness.

My body is ready.

More than ready.

He adds a third finger that almost undoes me.

I seize his wrist to stop him from continuing. I never want this feeling to stop, but I also can’t handle anymore.

I needhim.

Now.

I tug on his shirt collar, growing more aggressive when he ignores me, instead thrusting his fingers into me faster.

“Noah,” I moan. “I’m going to come. Wait. I want—”

It doesn’t matter what I want. My body wants release more.

Noah pushes three fingers into me and sucks on my center, and I can’t hold back anymore. The wave that has been swelling inside of me finally crests and washes over me, drowning me in warmth and pleasure.

My stomach contracts, my legs clench, and the hands that were trying to pull Noah away only a second ago turn vice-like as I hold him in place, grinding my hips against him.

When I’m done, the last waves of pleasure ebbing away, I expect to be spent.

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