Trials (Academy of Unpredictable Magic #2) - Sadie Moss

Chapter 1

A trickle of sweat works its way slowly down the back of my leg.

There’s a rhythmic, high-pitched squeaking noise coming from somewhere, and I can’t tell if it’s originating from the bed frame or me.

God, I hope it’s not me.

Roman adjusts his grip under my knees, lifting me higher as he slams into me, and suddenly I don’t give a single shit about what kind of noises I’m making. A breathy moan falls from my lips, and I massage my aching breasts, tugging on my nipples as I look down my body at the place where we’re connected.

My breasts are flushed from the rough scrape of Roman’s stubble, from his lips and teeth and tongue as he feasted on them earlier, and my whole body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. My ass hovers a few inches above the soft sheets, giving the breathtaking man above me the perfect angle as he thrusts hard and deep.

I can’t stop staring at his body as he moves inside me. The thickness of his cock, the flex of his muscled abs, his broad chest and shoulders, the tension visible in his neck as he works us both toward our climax. He’s gleaming with sweat too, and it makes him look even more stunningly gorgeous, more dangerous and wild than usual.

“Look at me, Reckless. Watch me while I fuck you.”

His words, spoken in a rough baritone, make my pussy clench around him, and he groans as I comply.

I mean, I have been watching him. It’s all I’ve been doing. I can’t take my damn eyes off him.

But I know what he wants.

Dragging my attention up the hard planes of his body, I breathe harder as his cobalt gaze burns into me. I’m completely naked—aside from my magic dampening cuff—and have been for the past several hours, through two rounds of toe-curling sex before this, but something about the look he gives me now makes me feel like I’m laid completely bare in a way that has nothing to do with clothes.

I squirm uncomfortably, incredibly turned on by his stare but terrified of it too. His firm hold under my knees makes it impossible to escape though. And if I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to go anywhere. My legs are shaking, my chest rising and falling sharply as another orgasm gathers deep in my core.

And I want that orgasm.

I want it so fucking bad, and I’m not going anywhere until I get it.

Squeezing my breasts, I pinch my nipples so hard I gasp, and for a second, I lose Roman’s dark blues as his gaze flicks down. His nostrils flare, and I swear I feel his cock swell inside me, and when he looks back up at my face, there’s an expression of such raw hunger on his features that it makes me impossibly wetter.

“Fuck, Roman. Oh God.” I clamp my lower lip between my teeth, keeping my gaze locked on his.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he grunts, the force of his thrusts making my whole body shake and the bed squeak even louder. “Does my girl want to come?”

Fuck.

He’s pushing my buttons, and he knows it.

I’ve been so adamant about not being ready for a real relationship, about keeping this thing between us sex only… but hearing him call me my girl does funny things to my body. It’s like my clit and my heart both spasm at once, and the resulting tremors crash through me like waves on a stormy sea, spreading pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.

“Yes,” I gasp, releasing my aching nipples to rake my fingernails up and down his forearms. Goddamn, they’re so fucking strong, the muscles taut and lean as he holds me up and pumps into me. “Please!”

“Touch yourself again. Play with your clit. Make yourself come.”

I love and hate that my hand is already moving before he finishes speaking, as if my body has already decided he owns me, that it’ll do whatever he commands. My fingertips strum my clit, making heat build warm and steady in my core. I can feel him sliding in and out of me, my fingers so close to where his cock penetrates me, and my hand moves faster, my body barreling toward release.

Roman’s gaze moves down again, fixing on my frantically circling fingers, and a new expression crosses his face.

Possessiveness.

Before I can even register what’s happening, he’s pulling out of me, and I find myself flipped over onto my stomach quickly. He hauls me up onto all fours