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Professor Goode
Icould feel her hands curling against mine, as if she were trying to grab me, grasp for something solid to hold on to, use me for strength.
Control. Find it.
I let go of her wrists, and she immediately held on to my biceps, digging her little nails into my skin, causing a flash of pain to mix with my pleasure. I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, forcing her to suck on my tongue.
She was soft … all the things I envisioned innocence would taste like.
I was collected, calm on the outside. But on the inside I was this raging storm, this turbulent weather moving through, causing destruction, consumption. I wanted her desperately, wanted to just take her on top of the piano until she cried out for me as she came, as my cock was deep in her body and I marked her from the inside out, a show of ownership.
I broke the kiss to look into her face, to see the ecstasy cover her expression, an outward appearance of what was going on inside of her. “You’re sweeter than the hold you have over me.”
Her eyes were closed, her head was tipped back and to the side slightly, her mouth heated. The air came out of her in little pants, her lips swollen and glossy, a sliver of light from the moon making it seem as though they glistened.
I held my control, made sure she didn’t know how close I was to breaking. It would frighten her, the potency, intensity with which I wanted her.
And as much as I told myself I should stop this, should walk away, go slow, I couldn’t. As much as it was the right thing to do, to let her walk away, to not get involved, I was too selfish.
My need for her was too strong. I wanted her too desperately.
I was hungry for her.
I loved her.
Never had I felt something so profound, so consuming.
I kissed her again, both of my hands cupping the sides of her neck now, holding her still for me, for what I was doing to her.
“Lucian,” she whispered against my mouth, and I felt my entire body tighten in response.
Using gentle pressure, I made her stand and immediately pulled her against me. She was so small compared to me, her little hands still clenching my biceps, bringing me closer, holding on to me. I felt something change in her demeanor, this desperation that matched my own.
She rose on her toes, wound her arms around my neck, and fucking kissed me back like she was desperate. I groaned, loving that she opened her mouth wide for me, that she allowed me to plunge my tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth.
I pulled back and looked down at her, seeing the drugged expression on her face, the clear fact she was aroused as she stared up at me with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated.
“This is crazy, right?” she whispered almost as if she were trying to convince herself of the fact this wasn’t really happening.
My cock jerked at the sight of her needy for me, at the smell of lemons and spun sugar that surrounded her … at the taste of her on my lips and tongue. I cupped her cheek, holding on to her, feeling like she’d leave, escape like a frightened little animal. This dam had been opened inside of me, and my arousal, my need and all the emotions I had for Grace were out in the open. It was like an open wound, one that would never heal. I’d never heal because of her, and it was that pain, that raw vulnerability, that told me she was the one for me.
My other half.
The person who could break me with a few softly spoken words, with the threat of not being mine.
“Should we stop?” she asked, the tone in her voice telling me she was almost afraid of what my answer might be.
“Do you want to?” I said just as softly, my focus on her mouth. I wanted to kiss her again.
She didn’t answer verbally, but she did shake her head.
“Do I frighten you?” I asked and leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart.
For a second she didn’t respond. Maybe she was thinking about lying, about telling me she wasn’t. I could see she was apprehensive about all of this.
She nodded once but arched her chest, pressing her breasts against me. “Yes and no,” was all she said. “How I feel frightens me. The power you hold over me frightens me.”
I closed my eyes and grappled with control. She held all the power.
