Chapter 50: CH- 50

Kael’s POV

The faculty wing was too still, the kind of silence that begged to be broken.

I should’ve turned left, headed for my chambers. Instead, my boots carried me to her. To Sera.

Her door was ajar, candlelight spilling across the stone floor. I didn’t need to see her to know she was inside; I could feel her — the way her presence pulled at me, like it always had.

I pushed the door open.

She looked up from her desk, parchment trembling in her hands, hair loose around her face. Her eyes widened when she saw me. Not fear. Something hotter. Something she tried to smother.

“Kael,” she breathed. “You can’t be here.”

I shut the door with a slow, deliberate click. “Can’t?” My steps were steady, hungry, like a predator closing in. “Or won’t admit you’ve wanted this as much as I have?”

Her quill snapped in her fingers. “It was years ago. We swore—”

“To lie?” I cut her off, bracing one hand on the desk, leaning over her. “Tell me you’ve forgotten how it felt. Look at me and lie.”

Her chest heaved, and for a moment I thought she’d push me back. Instead, she whispered, “If we do this, we’ll burn everything.”

I caught her jaw, tilting her face up until our mouths nearly touched. “Then let it burn.”

And I kissed her.

Hard. Brutal. A decade of restraint snapping in one violent break. She gasped against me, but the sound turned to a moan as she kissed me back, desperate, clawing at my shoulders.

The chair screeched back against the floor — the exact scrape Sebastian must’ve heard. I lifted her, slammed her down onto the desk, scattering parchment and ink.

She arched, pulling me closer as I ground against her, every movement loud in this too-quiet wing.

“This is madness,” she whispered against my mouth — just loud enough to carry, the words Sebastian would later hear in fragments.

“Say it again,” I growled, my hand already shoving her gown up, sliding hot against her thigh.

Her moan broke as my fingers slipped against her slick heat. She clutched at the edge of the desk, knuckles white. “Madness,” she gasped.

I wanted more. I dropped to my knees, spreading her thighs across the desk. She tried to protest, tried to cover herself, but I caught her wrists and pinned them, holding her open as I buried my mouth against her.

I devoured her like a man starved, tongue plunging, lips sucking until her thighs trembled around me and she writhed against my face.

When she shattered, she nearly screamed my name. The echo carried, bouncing down the stone corridor.

I rose slow, lips wet, her taste thick on my tongue. I leaned close enough for her to feel the truth in my breath as I whispered:

“Then let’s be mad together.”

As I pulled back from her mouth, my lips still burning from the taste of her sweet pussy, she gazed up at me with a mixture of shock and arousal. Her big tits heaved beneath her gown as she breathed heavily.

Her hands slid up my chest, wrapping around my neck as she pulled me closer. Our bodies pressed together like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting into place.

As we broke apart for air, I whispered against her ear: "You're so soaked for me."

She shivered at my words, her hips bucking involuntarily against mine. "More," she begged softly.

I plunged my tongue deeper into her pussy, feeling her walls contract around me like a vice. She was so wet, so ready for me - and I could feel it in every fiber of my being.

Her hands slid down to my shoulders, digging into the muscle as she pulled me closer. Her tits pressed against my chest, making me ache with desire.

I lifted my head, gazing up at her with a hungry intensity. "You want more?" I growled.

She nodded frantically, her eyes burning with need. "Yes... please..."

I grinned wickedly before dropping back down between her legs. This time, I didn't just lick and suck - I started to finger-fuck her too.

Her moans grew louder as I worked that magic on her clit and G-spot. She was getting close... oh so close...

And then she came - hard and fast and loud enough to wake the dead.

As I watched her ride out the waves of pleasure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. That was one hell of an orgasm.

“my turn.” She said as wrapped her hands around my thick cock, feeling it pulse with anticipation.

I nodded eagerly, my eyes burning with desire. "Yes... please..."

She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around my dick like it was going out of style. I groaned as she sucked me deep into her mouth - hard enough to make me gasp for air.

As she sucked me off, I felt my eyes roll back in my head. This was what I needed - this feeling of pure pleasure and release.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm...

And then it hit me - a wave of pleasure so intense it almost knocked me off my knees. I groaned loudly as I came, shooting cum deep into her mouth.

She swallowed every last drop before pulling back from me, gazing up at me with a satisfied smile.

I chuckled low in my throat before dropping down to kiss her again. This time, it was a slow and sensual kiss - one that left no doubt about what we were going to do next...

Her breasts spilled out into view - big and beautiful and begging to be touched.

I leaned in to kiss her nipples, feeling them harden against my lips. She moaned softly as I sucked on them, her hands sliding up to wrap around the back of my head.

As I kissed and licked her breasts, I could feel myself getting harder - more ready than ever for what was about to come...

I dropped down between her legs once more - this time without hesitation. Her pussy was wet and ready for me - just begging to be filled...

And then we were lost in the moment - our bodies moving together like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting into place.

Her eyes were still half-wild, chest rising and falling in ragged waves. “Kael,” she whispered, “this is—”

But the words froze when the door creaked.

We both turned.

Mireille stood there, framed in the threshold, arms folded, smirk carved across her face. Her eyes flicked over Sera—dress bunched, thighs glistening—then to me, my lips wet with proof.

“Well,” she drawled, voice slick as poison. “Wasn’t that educational?”

The candlelight caught the gleam of her smile.

She had us.

And she knew it.