Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 124

Grab Hold of My Horns

graze my back, sending fresh shivers down my spine. I feel the blunt head of him nudge against my entrance, teasing but not entering, his breath hot on my ear as he leans over me.

“You want the animal, my queen?” he whispers, the words a dark promise laced with raw hunger. “You’ve

got him.”

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His words hang in the air like smoke, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around my senses as I brace myself

on all fours. The bed dips under our combined weight, the silken sheets whispering against my knees and

palms. Rhaziel’s presence looms behind me, a wall of shadowed muscle and raw power, his tail tightening

around my waist like a living restraint, firm but not bruising, a reminder of his control and my willing

surrender. My heart hammers in my chest, a frantic rhythm that echoes the pulse between my thighs, still

throbbing from the aftershocks of my release. I’m slick, ready, aching for him, but he teases me with the

blunt tip of his arousal, sliding it along my folds without mercy, coating himself in my wetness.

“Rhaziel,” I breathe, my voice a plea laced with demand. I push back against him, seeking more, but his hands grip my hips, claws pricking just enough to hold me still. The sting is a spark, igniting fresh fire in

my veins.

“Patience, hummingbird,” he rumbles, his voice a velvet growl that vibrates through me. One hand trails up my spine, fingers splaying across my back, pressing me down slightly so my chest lowers to the mattress, ass lifted higher in offering. The position is primal, exposed, and it sends a thrill through me-vulnerable yet empowered, knowing I hold as much sway over him as he does over me. His tail flexes, pulling me back

an inch, aligning us perfectly.

Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters me. Gods the stretch is exquisite, bordering on overwhelming. He’s massive, ridged in ways that no human could be, each textured vein and swell dragging against my inner walls as he sinks deeper. I gasp, fingers clutching the sheets, my body yielding to him inch by inch. The coolness of his skin contrasts with my heat, creating a delicious friction that makes stars dance behind my closed eyes. He pauses when he’s fully sheathed, buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass. A low, guttural groan escapes him, and I feel it everberate through our connection, his tail pulsing around my waist like a second heartbeat.

“Fuck, Alison,” he hisses, his breath hot against my neck as he leans over me, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His horns brush my hair, and I vist my neck to glance back at him, his eyes locked on mine, burning with possession. “You’re so perfect for me.”

I whimper in response, rocking my hips experimentally urging him on. That’s all it takes. He withdraws almost entirely, the ridges teasing my entrance, before lamming back in with a force that rocks the bed. The impact sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through me, and I cry out, the sound muffled by the pillow. I feel my own tail wrap around his hips as he sets a relentless pace, each thrust deep and powerful, his tail guiding my movements to meet him halfway. The room fills with the slap of skin on skin, mingled with our

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ragged breaths and his animalistic grunts. His claws dig into my hips, not breaking skin but marking me with their pressure, a claim that makes my core clench round him.

One hand leaves my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back gently, arching my neck so he can nip at my earlobe. “Tell me how it feels,” he demands, his voice rough, edged with that demonic timbre that

sends shivers racing down my spine. His thrusts slow for a moment, grinding deep, circling his hips to hit

every sensitive spot inside me.

“It feels… incredible,” I manage between moans, my words fractured by the building ecstasy. “Like you’re everywhere… filling me completely.” I reach back with one hand, grasping his thigh, feeling the play of muscles under his skin as he drives into me. The ethereal blue glow of our sigils where we touch intensifies, pulsing in time with our rhythm, as if our bodies are syncing on some otherworldly level.

He rewards my words with a more brutal thrust, his tail uncoiling from my waist to slither between us. The tip I see has been smoothed with shadows, and it finds my clit, circling with precise, teasing strokes that match his pace. The dual sensation is too much, too perfect; pleasure spirals higher, coiling tight in my belly once more. I buck against him, chasing the edge, my moans turning into desperate pleas. “Don’t

stop… please, Rhaziel…”

“Never,” he growls, his free hand sliding under me to cup my breast, kneading it roughly, pinching the nipple until I arch further. His pace quickens, hips snapping with feral intensity, the ridges along his length dragging deliciously with every withdrawal. I feel him swelling inside me, growing even harder, and I know he’s close too. His breath comes in harsh pants against my skin, his control fraying at the edges. The pressure builds relentlessly, a storm gathering force. His tail flicks faster against my clit, and with one intense thrust, he hits that spot deep inside that unravels me. “Come for me again, my queen,” he commands, his voice a dark whisper that tips me over.

The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, fierce than the first, my walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that milk him mercilessly. I scream his name, body shuddering, vision blurring as waves of bliss radiate outward. He follows moments later, a roar fearing from his throat as he buries himself deep, spilling inside me in hot, pulsing jets. His claws tighten on my hip, his tail wrapping around my thigh possessively, holding me in place as we ride out the aftershocks together.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, his weight pressing me into the mattress-not crushing, but comforting, like a living blanket of shadow and strength. He rolls us to the side, still buried inside me, his arms wrapping around my waist to pull me back agains his chest. His tail drapes over my hip, the tip tracing lazy patterns on my skin, while mine tangles around his horns. Our breaths sync, slowing gradually, the room quiet except for the crackle of the dying fire in the hearth.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my hair, his voice softer now, laced with a tenderness that belies the

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