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“You’re a very intriguing young woman, Miss Van der Zee,” he whispers. “I can’t help but be drawn to you.”
I’m completely lost in his touch, his voice, his scent. I can feel myself melting in his embrace.
“Professor,” I breathe, my hands on his chest. “I...I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t worry about a thing,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Just let me take care of you.”
With that, he presses his lips to mine, and I’m falling deeper and deeper into his spell.
His kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, all-consuming and overwhelming. It’s like he’s drinking me in, savouring every moment. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he responds with a groan.
We’re lost in each other, our bodies pressed together in a fiery embrace. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure he can feel it, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are all over me, touching me in ways that make me gasp and whimper.
Suddenly, he pulls away from me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come with me,” he says, taking my hand.
I don’t hesitate as he leads me out of the kitchen and down the hallway. We come to a door I’ve never been through, and he opens it to reveal a dimly lit library. Seriously? How many more secrets is this house hiding?
A large desk sits in the centre of the room, surrounded by walls of books. There aren’t any windows in the room, just soft lighting. It’s cosy, and it shouldn’t surprise me that this is the professor’s space. It suits him somehow.
Without a word, the professor pulls me closer, and we kiss again, his hands roaming my body. I can feel his hard length pressing against me, and I know what he wants. I want it too.
He lifts me onto the desk, pushing aside books and papers to make room for us. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands slide my dress up, and his fingers tug at my underwear, desperate to get them off.
I moan as he touches me, his skilled hands making me feel things I’ve never felt before. He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes locking onto mine as he slowly removes his own shirt, revealing a toned chest and washboard abs.
I stare, my mouth agape. His body is a work of art, and I feel grateful to be able to experience it. His chest is sculpted and toned, and I can’t help but run my hands over it and down his abs. He groans in response, his hands still working their magic on me.
Without a word, he spreads my legs and sinks down between them, putting his mouth on me. He works me over with his tongue, making me gasp. I know I won’t last long under his skilled touch.
Soon, I’m writhing beneath him, lost in a sea of pleasure. His mouth and hands are everywhere, and I feel like I’m going to explode.
And then I do, shuddering beneath him as he brings me to climax. He continues to work me over, bringing me to the edge again and again, until I’m begging him to stop.
“Please,” I gasp, my body shaking. “I can’t... I can’t take anymore.”
The professor looks up at me, his eyes almost black with desire, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. He slowly rises to his feet and kisses me again, his mouth tasting of me. I shudder at the thought, wondering how in the hell I’ve managed to get myself into this situation. And loving every minute of it.
“Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face and grimacing.
“W-what?” I ask in dismay, the high of my orgasm crashing to the ground as I stare at him waiting for him to smile and crack a joke.
“I mean, you’re still a student, and I’m your teacher. I can’t do this.”
“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say. I’m just willing my eyes not to well up. I feel so foolish. I’ve not seen him for weeks, I’ve been dying for answers, and the second he shows up, every single question I have flees my mind and I’m parting my legs for him like a whore just because he touched my hair and paid me a compliment.
“I’m sorry,” he says, closing his eyes and pressing his fingers to his temple, as if he’s in pain. “I have to go.”
“No!” I cry out, reaching out to stop him, but he’s already gone.
Tears sting my eyes, but they’re tears of frustration and anger at myself. I’m such a fucking idiot. What the hell is wrong with me?
I pull my dress back down, stuffing my underwear into the pocket and then wrapping my arms around myself. It doesn’t work. There’s no warmth or comfort in my own embrace.
I’m such an idiot.
With silent tears falling steadily down my cheeks, I exit the professor’s secret library room, closing the door softly behind me. Try as I might, I can’t keep my quiet sobs in, and one escapes on a hiccup.
I’m planning to sneak up to my bedroom but that plan is scuppered when I turn and meet the angry gazes of Cove, Reef and Bhodi.
