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He doesn’t give me time to recover from the orgasm. Before I know it, he’s already pulling on my hand to bring me to my desk.

I expect him to sit me on it, but instead, he pushes me against it, facing the door and my back to him.

“Remind me why I can’t mark you yet?” he says against the point where my throat and my shoulder meet.

“We’ve talked about it,” I tell him, as his lips close around my skin and he sucks on it—I’m sure I’ll have a hickey later.

That’s something we’ve discussed in the past few months already, and I’ve always told him that we needed to take our time—especially since I know exactly what it means for wolf shifters.

It’s for life. And I wasn’t ready for “for life”. Until now.

So I know he won’t push. Even if my answer has changed. I’m just waiting for the perfect moment to tell him.

“Mmm,” he says non-committedly, as his lips keep toying with my skin.

One of his hands comes to rest at my hip, and the other caresses me from the small of my back to between my shoulders.

He pushes slowly, and my forearms end up on the desk.

“Now be a good girl and keep an eye on the door while I make you come again,” he says, and I hear him kneel behind me before he flips my skirt up and tears my panties off.

“Do you expect me to leave without panties again?” I ask, but I’m not even sure the last few words make any sense because his mouth is on my pussy already, and it's ravenous.

I can hear him suck on my clit. I can hear how wet I am against his face.

And maybe I'm not a good girl, because my eyes are closed, and there is no way I can keep looking at the door while my pleasure is tearing me apart again.

Louis adds a finger, and then two, and my pleasure keeps building until I can’t hold it in anymore, and then I bite my own hand as I come with a bang.

As if this is his thing today, Louis doesn’t wait for me to ride out my orgasm. I hear him unzip his pants, and then a second later, his cock slides inside of me.

There's a grunt, and then he kisses the top of my right shoulder as his hand comes around my hip, and drops to my needy clit.

“You feel so good when you squeeze my cock like this,” Louis says with an appreciative growl.

And now I get why he didn’t wait. My second orgasm is still coursing through my body, and I can feel myself clamp around him. He’s loving it.

He doesn’t want my orgasm to run away, though, and that’s why he keeps lazily rubbing my clit with his fingers as he starts to slide in and out of me faster.

“How does it feel to know that it’s the last time your student will fuck you on this desk?” Louis asks with a grunt that makes me believe he’s close.

Good. My body is electrified, as if I’m about to go off like a firework again.

“You’ll be back in detention,” I manage to say as my pussy squeezes him with the telltale of my climax.

“Maybe,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice even with the sound of his hips slapping against me. “I do like the fact that I’m the one who does something outrageous and it’s your sweet little cunt that gets punished for it.”

He’s incorrigible.

“I will never get enough of it. I will never get enough of you,” he adds, and I can hear that he’s starting to get breathless. I am, too.

But then he pinches my clit and slaps my ass as he spears me completely on his cock, and I have no idea what my breathing does anymore.

I have no idea what my body does at all. Lights go off behind my eyelids, and at the same time, it feels like a firework.

I don’t know what comes over me. Or well, quite the opposite. I know exactly what comes over me. I decided I would tell him today. I just didn’t think that would happen now.

“Mark me,” I blurt out in a scream as my orgasm hits me like a truck.