His hand travels up my thigh under the skirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My eyes flutter close, and I moan into the kiss, trying to hold onto the last bits of my sanity.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my lip, then pulls the bottom one between his teeth, biting down on it. “You’re going to make me go absolutely mad.”
His fingertips graze the waistband of my underwear, teasing me a little. I arch my body to meet his finger, but he only chuckles before tugging the piece of fabric, yet again tearing it in half with a single pull.
They’re either not great quality like I thought, or he’s just too damn strong.
The moment his fingers touch my bare skin, I swallow down the moan that threatens to slip out. He’s working skillfully, rubbing my clit in painfully slow movements, yet just enough to give me the friction I’ve been starving for.
“Soren,” I whine, hands coming to rest on his shoulders, clutching them tightly.
“Shh,” he whispers, lips grazing my jaw. “This is a library. Your little friend could come back anytime now, no?”
Immediately, I freeze.
Damien’s completely vanished from my mind, and the thought of being caught in a sexual act somewhere on the academy’s propertyfills me with dread.
“Didn’t I warn you already?” His voice is like a soft caress against my skin, making me relax under the intensity of his touch. “If anything happens to him, it’ll be your fault.”
“What?”
“He touched you again, Princess,” Soren says, the hint of anger lingering in the softness of his voice. He slips two fingers into me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I bite down on my lip harshly. “What did I tell you about other people touching what’s mine?”
“That’s not—”
“I don’t care,” he cuts me off. “I warned you already. Now, you’ll just have to deal with the consequences.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss of the contact. He doesn’t keep me waiting for long because he pulls his sweatpants down just enough to get his cock out, rubbing the precum against my clit, before pushing the tip slowly into me.
A deep moan comes from me, and his hand is on my mouth immediately, to silence me, muffling the sound. Soren snaps his hips forward, bottoming out inside me in one swift, rough thrust.
“I’ll never tire of the way you feel,” he moans, sending shivers down my body.
His free hand grips my thigh roughly, until there are dark bruises forming as he starts fucking me. He doesn’t start easily, or giving me any time to adjust to the fucking size. He thrusts into me like an animal that’s been caged for years, and it’s finally getting a taste of freedom.
It’s wild, it’s reckless, but above all, it’s exhilarating. He reaches the deepest parts of me, hitting that sweet spot with thepiercing on the tip of his cock, and my walls clench on him involuntarily.
“Soren!” I scream his name out, but it comes out as a muffled sound. He pressed his palm against my mouth roughly, my eyes falling shut.
“Shut up Princess, and let me use this pretty cunt of yours, yeah?”
The dirty talk goes straight to my pussy, and the orgasm starts to build in the pit of my stomach. His teeth graze my jaw, and he starts peppering me with wet, open-mouthed kisses all over, his hand roaming up my shirt.
“You take me so well,” he murmurs, biting down on my collarbone, his hand squeezing my breast. He pulls on my nipple; the contrast between his cold hand and my warm skin makes the pleasure even better.
He pulls his hand away from my mouth, and I can’t help the moan that comes from my throat, a hoarse sound that’s almost begging for more. Soren picks up the pace, slamming into me, causing the shelf behind us to tremble slightly.
But that’s when I hear the door of the library open, my eyes widening in shock. Soren silences any questions, or protests with a soaring kiss, claiming my soul, taking away any semblance of reason I have left.
“Quiet,” he whispers into the kiss, but the command in his voice is clear. “We wouldn’t want your little friend seeing you being fucked like a slut in the library, would we?”
It should make me feel disgusted, but it doesn’t. It only magnifies the sensations that spread through my body, the need to let go slowly tethering on the edge, my stomach clenching.
“Sophia! Are you here?”
Damien’s voice carries through the library, his footsteps reaching my ears. Soren’s hand wraps around my throat, a silent warning to keep quiet. He’s feral, looking at me with the most devious glint in his eyes, the maddening grin on his face getting bigger with each step Damien takes.
