Chapter 47—Oak Tree Desires

Elara's POV

The teacher rounded up the class, wrapping everything up with the usual reminders about assignments nobody was going to do until the last minute.

Chairs scraped back, bags were zipped, and the noise level went from zero to chaos in about five seconds flat. People were already halfway out the door before he even finished talking. I was about to stand up when Ravin turned to look at me from across the room.

He tilted his head slightly, the way he always did when he wanted me to come to him. I picked up my bag and walked over, dropping into the empty seat beside him while everyone else filed out around us.

The classroom was emptying fast, which was fine, nobody was paying attention to us anyway.

For a second he just looked at me, really looked at me, the kind of look that made everything else in the room feel very far away.

"I miss you."

It was so straightforward, no buildup, no games, just that. I felt something warm settle in my chest.

"I miss you too." I meant it completely, more than I had expected to when I sat down beside him.

He nodded slowly, like that was exactly what he needed to hear. Then he leaned closer, lowering his voice even though the last few students were already gone and the classroom was nearly empty.

"Can we meet tonight?"

"When?"

"Seven. When the daylight is gone."

I thought about it for maybe a second before nodding. "Okay."

"The old oak. Our usual spot."

"Yeah. I'll be there."

He reached over and brushed his thumb across my wrist, just that small touch, and then I stood up before anyone could walk back in and see us like this.

I slipped out with the last few students and spent the rest of the afternoon sitting through classes I barely absorbed. My mind kept drifting back to him, to the way he had said he missed me like it cost him something to admit it. By the time I made it back to the dorm, I had exactly enough time to drop my bags and figure out how to leave without Freya asking twenty questions.

I pushed open the dorm room door and walked straight into an argument.

Freya was standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed, facing some girl I had seen around before but never properly spoken to, and they were both talking over each other like neither of them was actually listening to the other one.

"I'm just saying he is objectively the most attractive," Freya said. "The Stormrider captain. Like yes, the others are cute, I'm not going to pretend they're not. But him? There's a difference between cute and stunning and he is stunning. His whole face. Everything about him."

"You're completely biased," the girl shot back. "You just like him because he smiled at you once."

"That smile alone was worth the argument we're currently having."

I dropped my bag by my bed and glanced over at Nyx, who was curled up against her pillow with one of her novels, completely unbothered.

She had her legs tucked under her, totally absorbed, turning a page like there was no debate happening three feet away from her. Like the room was perfectly silent.

I almost laughed out loud. The quiet ones always had their own little secret games going on.

Nyx sitting there looking like pure innocence while I knew exactly what she had been up to.

I shook my head and kept it to myself, the smile still on my face as I grabbed my jacket.

"I'll be back," I said. "I need to go see Ravin for a bit."

Freya waved a hand at me without even turning around. "Yeah, go, we're fine," she said, still completely locked into the debate. "I'm not done proving my point."

"You haven't proven anything," the girl said.

I slipped out the door while they were still going neither of them noticed I had left.

The path to the old oak was familiar enough that I could have walked it in the dark, and honestly the light was already starting to go soft and golden as the day wound down.

The sun was low when I got there, that kind of late evening quiet that made everything feel slower and warmer. Ravin was already leaning against the tree, one hand in his pocket, watching me walk toward him.

He didn't say anything when I reached him. He just took my hand and led me to a quiet corner nearby, tucked away from the path where nobody walking past would see us. The trees gave just enough cover and the last of the daylight was fading, leaving everything soft and dim around us.

He pressed me back against the tree and kissed me, slow and deliberate at first.

His lips felt warm and solid, then his tongue pushed into my mouth, hot and slick, sliding deep against mine. I let out a soft moan right into the kiss, my hands clutching tight at his shirt while he tasted every bit of me like he owned it.

The kiss grew hotter, messier, our tongues tangling while his hands roamed down my body.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his breathing rough. "Can I go hard on you this time?" he asked, voice low and strained with need.

"Yeah," I whispered, nodding fast. "Do it. I want it hard."

That was all it took. He lifted me up, my back scraping against the rough bark of the tree, my legs wrapping tight around his waist.

He shoved my skirt up around my hips, yanked my panties roughly to the side, and lined up his thick cock with my pussy.

With one powerful thrust he buried himself deep inside me, stretching me wide open. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He didn't hold back. He fucked me hard right there, his hips slamming against mine in a fast, brutal rhythm, each deep stroke made wet, filthy sounds as his cock drove in and out of my soaked pussy.

The tree bark bit into my back with every thrust, but the pain mixed with the pleasure in a way that made me clench tighter around him.

"Fuck, Ravin," I gasped, my voice breaking as he pounded me deeper. He kissed me again, biting my lower lip while his hips kept snapping forward, filling me completely over and over. My thighs trembled around him, juices dripping down my legs from how wet I was.

After several long minutes he set me down on shaky legs. I could barely stand, my pussy throbbing from the rough fucking. I looked up at him, chest heaving. "Can I suck your dick?" I asked, my voice all breathy and desperate.

He nodded, eyes dark with lust. "Fuck yes."

I dropped to my knees right there on the ground in front of him. I pulled his cock out, still rock hard and slick with my juices.

It was thick and heavy in my hand. I leaned in and took him into my mouth, sucking him deep right away.

My lips stretched around his girth as I bobbed my head, taking more of him with each pass. He tasted like me and him mixed together.

Ravin groaned loud, his hand fisting in my hair. Then his fingers slid down to wrap around my throat. He squeezed just enough to make me feel it, choking me lightly while I sucked him harder.

I gagged around his cock as he pushed deeper into my throat, the pressure from his hand on my neck making everything feel more intense. Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest while I worked him, my tongue swirling around the head before I took him deep again.

He thrust into my mouth, controlling the pace with that firm grip on my throat, his hips rocking forward as I moaned around him.

The sounds were raw and messy, my eyes watering but I didn't stop. I sucked him eagerly, wanting to feel every inch.

He pulled out at the last second, stroking his cock fast until he spilled across my chest in hot pulses.

After we were done he lifted me up and pulled me in for a kiss, it was just us and the warmth of his hands and this corner of quiet that felt like it belonged to only us.

"You're mine," he said into my neck, low and certain, like he needed me to hear it.

"I know," I breathed. "I know I am."