Gives way.
Oh my fucking God…
For the first time in my life, someone other than me is making me come.
And it’s the biggest, wildest, most explosive sensation I’ve ever felt.
One of my hands manages to release its iron grip on the handrail, flying to my mouth so I can bite down on it to stifle the scream.
Achilles’ hand jerks up and yanks it away as his tongue curls around my pulsing clit.
“Scream for me, little prey,” he snarls into my pussy before shoving his tongue inside me.
My back arches violently, my eyes bulging wide as my hips buck shamelessly against his mouth.
And then, as the second climax smashes through me, I throw my head back and I fuckingyell.
Pure, choked need echoes like a battle cry through the silence of the stacks. I cry out again and again, shuddering and shaking as Achilles’ tongue pushes me from one orgasm to another until my muscles give out entirely.
My legs go slack, my grip immediately loosening on the handrails. My head lolls to the side, and I whimper as I slump back on the ladder.
Achilles lets his tongue lazily drag up my pussy before he moves up my body and pins my limp, puppet-with-cut-strings frame to the ladder with his own.
His black eyes look vicious and unhinged as they nail me to the ladder at my back. Like he’s prying his way past whatever defenses I have left. Opening every drawer. Rifling through every secret.
Even the ones I don’t tell anyone.
I start to mentally close off and retreat. Immediately his dark brow furrows, and I gasp as his hand firmly grips my jaw.
“No. Go back,” he growls. “Go back to what I just saw half a second ago.”
“W-what?”
His eyes turn lethal. “Whatever headspace you were just in, go back there.”
My pulse skips.
Until ten minutes ago, the most insane thing I’ve ever done was plant murder evidence in a bedroom at Kingsward Hall.
After that, it was letting Achilles Drakos, public golden boy and private dark devil of Knightsblood University, go down on me.
But even with all the endorphins still flooding my system, and the brain fog from the most mind-numbing orgasm of my life that I just experienced, I’m not crazy enough to do what he’s asking.
Show himme, without the walls.
Without the layers I carefully wrap myself in to cover my shame.
“Yelena,” he growls against my mouth. His fingers tighten on my jaw as his dark eyes lance into my soul. “Show me what you just tried to hide from me.”
I shake my head. “It—it was nothing. Just?—”
I whimper when his hand slides up my jawline into my hair and wraps it in a fist. He tugs sharply, yanking my head back, making me gasp and shiver.
“When you lie to me,” he murmurs directly against my ear, sending electricity rippling through my core, “it makes me want to fill your mouth with my cock and my cum.”
Jesus.
I want that switch from going down on me to grabbing my hair and threatening me to shake me from the insane grip he has on me. I want that edge of darkness and violence to turn me off, to make me realize how insane I am for humoring this man at all, let alone opening my legs for him.