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Your body yields, so soft, so mine,

Each thrust a vow, our souls entwine.

Your wetness drips, my cock’s delight,

We break the rules in secret light.

Her moans fill the air as her pussy is soaking my cock. Her clit is swollen as I grind against her. My tongue flicks across her neck, tasting her skin—sweet, intoxicating, as I thrust deeper. The poem’s rhythm is guiding me.

“Rose, you are my forbidden fruit,” I say, and she arches her back while her orgasm is building. I read on:

In shadows, love, we claim our sin,

Your pussy—fire I’m lost within.

Cum for me now, let passion soar,

My heart, my cock, forever yours.

She shatters, and her pussy is pulsing. Her climax is drenching me as she cries out. I thrust harder. My cock is throbbing, but I hold back, wanting to pleasure her first. Her body trembles, her eyes locked on mine, and I kiss her, slowly and deeply. Our tongues tangle, and I feel how sweet her saliva is against mine.

I pull out, my cock glistening with her wetness, and stroke myself briefly. The sight of her spent and radiant is pushing me to the edge.

“God, this is so wrong…” I moan, feeling my chest tighten with desire and guilt. “But I can’t stop…”

I cum all over her, painting her pussy, her breasts and her face, marking her, declaring her mine. The feeling of power and pleasure is at its max inside me now, and it’s all because of her.

How could I possibly give this up now?

Chapter 11

Rose

I can still feel my body reeling after my night in the theatre department with Gabriel. Or Professor Thorn. I don’t know anymore.

The pleasure was intense and exquisite, like nothing I have felt before. But walking away made me sober up. This is truly dangerous. My inheritance relies on the idea of my graduating from Wolfswood. And, if our affair, which has now been consumed fully, is exposed, it’s all lost.

The silly thing is that I don’t even care that much about the money. I can, after all, go back to my old life in London. But what I do care about is my parents. It would kill me if they found out. If I were expelled for a known reason—sleeping with a professor. They would never recover. And I would die of shame.

I’m thinking about all this walking between classes. My mind is spinning, and I’m caught in the memory of Gabriel’s poetry lesson in the costume room. The lines of the poem he wrote for me were so beautiful. I love the way we enjoyed our forbidden act.

My body still wants him, perhaps even more than before. And my pussy is tingling with the echo of his touch. Our connection is illicit, and that’s what makes it thrilling. I know that very well. I’m his student, and he’s my professor. And yet every moment with him pulls me deeper into a world I can’t resist, no matter the risk.

I round a corner, and Liam Carter appears. Even though he was trying to be nice at the tennis court, he’s the one who believes he’s superior because of his wealth.

He’s in his second year here, at Wolfswood. Even though Liam looks cute enough, there is just something about him that makes my skin crawl. It feels like he wants more than friendship from me, and I’m definitely not interested.

I don’t like that he feels that way about me.

“Rose, hey,” he says, and falls into step beside me. “How’s Wolfswood treating you? Those classes are brutal, right?”

Obviously trying to flirt with me. But he’s very awkward and bad at it.

“The classes are intense indeed,” I say, but my thoughts are still on Gabriel. “I’m managing, though.”

“You seem like you’re handling it. I mean, you’ve got this… presence. Hard to miss.”

His compliment seems to be honest, but it feels weird to me. He’s not like Gabriel at all. They don’t even compare. Liam is young, clumsy, and inelegant. Gabriel is mature, sophisticated, and incredible.