Page 86 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

Knowing Noah wants me…

Knowing I’m with the loving boy I used to know…

That’s enough for now. That’s all I need.

Noah slips out of his pants, and I pull my sweater over my head. We undress quickly, hands trembling.

When he goes to roll the condom on, I touch his hand lightly and take over, pushing the latex down his length with shaking hands.

He hisses between his teeth and pulls me up to standing. I wrap my arms around his neck, curling my fingers in the curls at the back of his neck I love so much, and kiss him.

His hand moves between my legs, but it’s not fast and frustrated like before. His fingers are tentative, worshipful.

He massages pleasure into me, sending reverberations of it into my chest and outward. I gasp against his neck, nip his earlobe with my teeth, and cling to him, begging for more.

More.

Eventually, we fall to the floor, and I crawl over him, my knees on either side of his hips, and it’s the first time I’m frantic.

I want him.

Now.

I position him at my center and push.

My body is ready, aching for him, and it’s easy to take him in all at once.

Our bodies connect, and Noah moans, tipping his head back, showing me the sharp cuts of his jaw and the bobbing of his throat as he swallows down his pleasure.

I’m full, physically and emotionally.

Noah is large, and I feel myself stretching around him, but my heart is stretching, too.

This is what I’ve been missing. Having someone who knows me and still cares.

With Noah inside of me, it feels like I’ve been given a piece of myself back.

A piece I’ve kept locked away for too long.

“Noah,” I gasp, sliding down his length, our bodies slapping together. “More. Please.”

He stills for a minute, his hands freezing against my lower back, his body going quiet.

Then, his movements turn hurried.

He lifts me off of him, moves around behind me, and grabs my hips.

When he thrusts into me, I let out a pleasured cry and have to dig my fingers into the floor to keep from collapsing.

Noah tilts my hips, giving himself better access, and I lay on my chest, my arms extended in front of me.

I’m close, painfully close, and when Noah increases his rhythm, slamming into me again and again, it’s all I can do to keep from crying out.

Little moans escape my lips, forced out of me with each thrust, and I can feel Noah tensing.

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips before, suddenly, his thrusts become more purposefully, holding himself in me longer.

I feel his pleasure pulsing deep inside, and I clench myself around him, drawing out every second of this.

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