And now?
After a little over a week of conversation and stolen glances and silently following behind her cloaked in moon-shadow whenever she walked back to the graduate dormitories—I was more than ready to do what I really wanted.
I was ready to bend my sweet Luna over the couch and take her hard and fast until I felt her pussy flutter around my cock while she screamed my name.
“Fuck,” I muttered aloud.
My cock thumped inside my pants harder than stone and leaking precum like some prepubescent punk.
Fucking unbelievable.
Across the room, Amrin glanced over her shoulder while sorting through the disaster zone I called a wardrobe.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Definitely not imagining you naked on every available surface in my quarters.
Gods.
The whole clean my room and I’ll tutor you arrangement had started as a joke. A stupid, impulsive attempt to keep her around longer.
And now?
Now she moved through my space like she belonged there.
“You don’t have to do that,” I mumbled as she continued to fold.
“That wouldn’t be fair, Sten,” she called from beside the laundry basket. “We made a deal, and you’ve been keeping up your end.”
Yeah.
I’d been keeping up my end, all right.
Teaching her astronomy.
Showing her how to use the celestial mapping system I’d designed.
Helping her chart ley lines and stellar movement across realms.
All of that was part of the deal.
The part where I followed her invisibly through the forests surrounding Runevald on nights when I had no classes without her knowing just to make sure she reached her dorm safely?
Those were not part of the deal.
That was just me being a completely unhinged stalker.
I closed my eyes and counted slowly to ten, trying desperately to ignore the growing warmth of her scent filling the room.
Vanilla.
Jasmine.
Amrin.
The more she moved around my quarters, the stronger it became.
