Kingsley Academy

Chapter 21

The drive back to campus is silent, the only sound is the rain hammering against the windows. Kade's hands grip the steering wheel tight, his jaw clenched, but there's a tension in the air between us that feels like it's about to explode.

By the time we pull up outside his dorm, my heart is racing, my mind a blur of thoughts. But one thing is clear—I want this. I want him. I don't care how complicated it is or how much I'll regret it later. Right now, in this moment, I just need him.

We get out of the car, the rain still falling around us, and neither of us says a word as we walk up to his dorm. The silence between us is heavy, filled with unspoken things, but I don't care. Not right now.

As soon as the door closes behind us, the tension snaps.

I don't wait for him to make the first move. I step toward him, my hands grabbing the front of his soaked shirt, pulling him toward me. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but I don't give him a chance to react. I crash my lips onto his, and it's like everything we've been holding back comes flooding out all at once.

The kiss is hard, frantic, like we're both desperate for this. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer, and I can feel the heat between us, the electricity sparking in every touch. My fingers tangle in his wet hair as I deepen the kiss, pressing my body against his, needing to feel every inch of him.

Kade backs us toward the bed, his hands slipping under my shirt, his touch hot against my skin. My heart is pounding, my breath coming in shallow gasps, but I don't stop. I can't stop. I've wanted this for so long, and now that it's happening, I'm not holding back.

I push him down onto the bed, straddling his waist, my fingers running over his chest as I kiss him again, harder this time. His hands grip my hips, his touch firm, and I can feel the tension building between us, the need pulsing in every movement.

He flips us over, his body hovering above mine, his breath hot against my neck. I can feel the weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, and it's intoxicating. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and all I can think about is him—his touch, his lips, the way he makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world.

"Allison," he whispers, his voice low and rough, filled with something I've never heard from him before. Something real. "Are you sure?"

I don't hesitate. I pull him down to me, my lips brushing against his. "Yes."

"You've been teasing me all night, haven't you?" he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough. His hands moved down to my waist, sliding under the fabric of my dress, his fingers grazing my bare skin.

I smirked, trying to stay in control even though my body was betraying me. "Maybe I have," I whispered back, my voice softer than I intended.

Without a word, he pushed me down to my knees in front of him, and I didn't resist. This time, I wanted him to know exactly who was in control, even if I wasn't sure myself. I looked up at him through my lashes, my breath catching as I saw the raw desire in his eyes.

His hand cupped the back of my head, guiding me, but I didn't need direction. I was already unbuttoning his pants, my fingers brushing over him as I pulled them down. He groaned softly, and the sound sent a thrill through me, making me feel powerful. I loved knowing I could undo him like this.

When I took him into my mouth, I felt his entire body tense. His grip in my hair tightened, and his breath hitched. "Fuck, Allison," he growled, his voice strained. "You look so good like this."

I hollowed my cheeks, moving in slow, deliberate strokes, and each time he moaned, it only encouraged me to keep going. The control I had over him in that moment felt intoxicating. His hands kept guiding me, and I loved how much he needed me, how much he was unraveling under my touch.