As I noticed the hardness of his arousal pressed against my stomach, an instant flush of heat spread through me. My pulse quickened, and my breath came in uneven gasps. The thrill of his touch and the undeniable proof of his desire against me heightened my own need.
My hand ventured below his waistband, my fingertips brushing the top of his erect cock. James groaned, the sound resonating with his clear desire, fueling my own.
“Fuck, Emma,” he whispered raggedly, “you’re going to make me lose control.”
I smiled wickedly as I continued to explore James’s arousal, my fingers tracing along the length of his dick. “Finally,” I replied softly.
Each stroke was met with a shudder from him, and his groans were growing more insistent. “You’re so fucking gorgeous and soft,” he rasped, “I can’t get enough of you.” His hands roamed over my body, yanking me tighter against him, igniting every nerve, then sliding beneath my own waistband and finding their way to the sensitive folds of my core.
His motion was both tender and eager, fingers gliding over the damp material of my underwear. He took his time, exploring the contours and responding to every subtle shift of my body. “You’re already soaked for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
When he pulled the fabric aside and his fingers finally made contact with my bare skin, a moan escaped me, and wave after wave of pleasure ran through me.
His thumb found my clit, circling around, making me tremble throughout my entire body while I matched his movements, my hand working with a careful, deliberate pressure that elicited throaty groans from him.
James’s fingers moved with purpose, and I felt the first pressure as he slowly pushed one finger inside my entrance. Thesensation was electric, a deep, satisfying fullness that made me arch my back in response. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to feel every inch of you.”
His finger explored eagerly, finding its rhythm, and then he added a second finger. The stretch was intense and delicious, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust. The combination of his fingers inside me and his thumb working on my clit created an overwhelming, all-encompassing bliss ripping cries from my throat and shudders from my body.
All of it was building to an unbearable crescendo, and I still needed more. As his thumb continued its maddening circles on my bundle of nerves, my body tightened, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. “James,” I moaned, trembling with need, “I’m so close.”
His eyes were locked onto mine, burning with a primal hunger as he watched my reactions. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged softly, his voice thick with emotion. “Let go.”
The moment his words reached me, a wave of euphoria crashed over me. My body tensed and shuddered as my orgasm hit, a powerful, pulsing release that swept through me with an intensity I couldn’t control. My moans became incoherent cries of ecstasy, my entire being consumed by him.
James’s response was immediate, his need building to a breaking point as he took in the sight and sound of my climax. His gaze darkened further, his pupils dilated with raw intensity, and his hands found their way to my shoulders, holding me steady as he gently urged me downward.
“I need to be inside of you,” he murmured, his words a low growl that sent another shiver through me.
I obeyed, lowering myself to my knees in front of him, my hands tracing his thighs before reaching for his already hardened dick. His deep inhale filled the room as my lips wrapped around his shaft, his taste salty and unmistakable. Iworked slowly at first, savoring the way his body tensed, his grip on my hair tightening with every passing moment.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned as I took him further, hollowing my cheeks and flicking my tongue against the head of his cock. His hips bucked slightly, the restraint he tried to maintain slipping away as I increased my pace.
It didn’t take long. The combination of my hands and mouth sent him spiraling, his breathing growing ragged and uneven. With a guttural moan, his release came in hot, pulsing waves, and I swallowed eagerly, the salty warmth a reminder of his surrender to me. His hands relaxed in my hair before he guided me back up, pulling me into his arms.
We laid there for a moment, with his body pressed against me, both of us trembling in the aftermath. His lips brushed against my forehead, soft and reverent, and his whispered words lingered in the air between us. “You undo me.”
He buried his face in my neck, and I could feel his ragged breaths hot against my skin. We held each other close, our breathing gradually returning to normal, the intimacy of the experience leaving us both with a sense of completeness and satisfaction.
As I rested my head on his shoulder, James’s fingers traced soothing patterns on my back, his voice a soft whisper in my ear.
“I never want to let you go,” he murmured, his words filled with a deep, heartfelt emotion that made my heart swell.
I nestled against him, feeling utterly safe and cherished.
EIGHT
EMMA
Maurice’s absence was like a shadow hanging over the classroom.
Now, a man named Philip observed our class, flanked by Matthew Conners, who was in charge of recruiting Offensives for the Advanced classes. Both of them were watching me intently, their stares heavy with scrutiny.
"Focus, Emma. You’ve got this." Nino’s voice cut through the fog of exhaustion and doubt, both clinging to me after a restless night spent battling ghosts instead of finding sleep.
Memories of Coastal had followed me into my dreams, and even James’s arms wrapped around me hadn’t kept away the cold, sterile walls closing in as Logan Stark’s words curled around me like smoke—taunting, relentless. “What’s your secret, Emma?” His laughter had echoed, his hands gripping my arm—too tight, too real. Fire had seared through my skin, spreading like venom.
I had jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my arm burning as if his touch had followed me into reality. Thank the gods I hadn’t woken James.
