Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
He nips at my earlobe, his breath hot and ragged, and from the whimper he lets out, I know he’s unable to hold back any longer. His thrusts get quicker, deeper, more frenzied, the books at my back taking a beating.
Going to come, he rasps. Oh, sweetheart I’m coming.
His hips jerk up into me, his hands sliding down from my mouth to reach my clit, and when he pulls back I see the determination on his brow, the need to make me come again, contort into pure animalistic pleasure as the orgasm takes hold of him.
“Fuck,” he breaks off in a ragged gasp, biting my hair to keep from yelling, while his finger glides over where I’m hard and pouting, enough to make me come with him.
My body explodes again as we come in unison, both of us hanging on to each other like if we don’t, we’ll be lost forever.
“Crane,” I whisper, my nails digging into his jacket, secret words on the tip of my tongue, emotions uncovered by our union and the energy flowing through me. “Crane, I…I…”
But I hear students talking from somewhere in the library and the realization of where we are hits me. We can’t stay away from each other, even in public. Our bodies, our energy, will always be tethered to each other in this way.
He quickly pulls out of me, tucking himself back in his trousers, while quickly smoothing over my skirt before brushing a strand of hair off my face.
“My beautiful, sweet Kat,” he whispers to me, his eyes wild and burning as they gaze deep into mine. “You are an obsession that borders psychosis.”
Then he kisses me on the forehead and takes hold of my hand briefly, leading me to the end of the stacks before he finally lets go.
Chapter 13
Kat
After we disentangle ourselves from each other, Crane has the nerve to head straight to Ms. Alvarez and check out a couple of the books he’d selected. But if she senses anything funny went down in the stacks, she doesn’t show it, even though I’m frantically patting down my hair to make sure it looks tidy.
“I shall walk you back to your dorm,” Crane says to me, making sure the librarian hears it, as we step out into the morning. Just like it always does after sex, everything seems brighter, hopeful even, energy radiating through me. The rain is still held at bay and there’s even a hint of sunlight trying to burn through the morning fog and I like to think I brought that sunshine on.
We go down the path and I’m surprised to see how many students have come outside in the while we’ve been in the library. Though the grounds are damp from rain, groups of them are clustered around talking, taking advantage of the break in the weather. One group has even set up a lively game of croquet. Most of them don’t pay us any attention as we pass them by, probably because they’re used to seeing us together by now, though they’re still in earshot.
I can’t risk talking to you in private, he says inside my head as we slowly stroll down the path side by side, his hands behind his back. But I think walking next to you in silence will be permitted by the coven.
I make a small noise of agreement.
First things first, is my seed dripping down your leg?
I blink at him, my mouth dropping open. Now that he mentions it, it’s gathering at the top of my stockings. I’ll need to wash them right away.
I was just curious, he goes on smoothly. If only we were alone I’d be dropping to my knees and shoving it back inside your cunt.
“Crane!” I admonish him, clamping my lips together as soon as we pass a pair of teachers who are discussing something in a low voice. I can’t stop my cheeks from burning, though.
Sorry, he says. I should get to the pressing matter at hand.
I give him an imploring look to say, yes please do.
I can’t survive his filthy mouth in public.
Again.
We walk to the center courtyard and pause by one of the benches underneath the statue of a skeleton with angel wings.
Yesterday I found out a few things that affect all of us, he says his tone growing grave as he surveys the campus. You and Brom in particular. Your aunt Leona brought me into her office. Not only did she threaten to fire me if I continued to see you, but I got the strange sense that the witches here are on a quest to become immortal and I think you and Brom are the key to it.
I go still, sickly fingers squeezing my chest. “What?” I say through a gasp.
It’s enough for the students standing nearby to look my way. I avert my eyes, my heart pounding in my head, and keep walking.