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Shaking my head, I smile and sit up. My naked body is in full display in front of his eyes. And like he can't help it, he reaches to caress my breasts, my sides, and my thighs.
"You're too irresistible for my sanity," he growls and captures my nipple between his teeth.
"Mr. Richards!" I reprimand him playfully, and he looks up at me devilishly while continuing his assault on my breasts.
I bite my lip and giggle. “I'm boning my teacher.”
He comes up and kisses me. Before lifting me in his arms to carry me to the bathroom, he smirks and says, “You're a bad, bad girl, Evangeline Faye. And all mine.”
School was bearable today. Dragged, but tolerable. Maybe my mood was bright. The latter seems like a better option. Cause if there is one thing about Madison High it’s the fact that not one day can pass without a drama or shit in here. You'd expect these kids to be well mannered. You'd be wrong.
But I heard none of the whispers or giggles today. I lifted my chin high and smiled as I passed everyone. Made them wonder why I'm not hurrying my steps.
And finally, the waited hour has come.
Here, in front of me, Elijah stands with all the glory of his sexy self. I still feel sensitive where he bit my skin, where he pushed inside me hard and swiftly.
Not seeing him before the class was a challenge, but seeing him so close to me without touching him is the definition of sweet torture.
I keep my hands to myself, but I can't say the same for my eyes. My gaze eats him up, my eyes roam every inch of his body. I've been pressing my thighs together during the class to suppress the need, but it only intensifies. Usually, I listen and note every word he utters in the class, but today I do nothing but eyefuck him.
And I'm not the only one.
Elijah seems extra preoccupied today. He talks fast and keeps running his fingers through his hair like he's frustrated. To be honest, I'm not helping the situation when I'm sitting right in front of him and spreading my thighs to show him my panties… or the lack of them.
He curses and tries to mask it with coughing when his eyes land on me. After giving me a look that burns me right on the spot, he tries to continue explaining the strengths and weaknesses of different narratives in writing.
Try is the key word here, though.
His eyes keep turning to me with a heated gaze. He trails off in the middle of sentences and bites his lip after doing a quick sweep through my body. And I don't care if anyone notices. I should. But every time he looks at me, my body sets on fire I lose all sense to think of anything but him.
When I spread my legs even wider, I feel how wet I am. Closing my eyes, I bite my lip to stop the shiver running down my spine with the air hitting my moist flesh. I'm sure I'm leaving my wetness on my chair.
“You know what? Let's end today's class early.”
I open my eyes with Elijah's words. He rubs the heel of his palms on his eyes to try to gain his control. I smile when I see him behind his desk. I'm sure he's trying to hide the erection with the desk.
“I was hoping you’d give us more information about the narrative voice and how to use them for our advantage, Mr. Richards,” I say innocently.
His eyes darken. A smirk plays on his lips.
“I’ll teach you that, Miss Faye. But I guess it’ll be better to talk on it when you all do your own research first.”
I nod innocently even though my gaze roams over his body with the hunger I feel. “Okay. If you say so, sir…”
He clears his throat and takes his eyes away from me to talk to the class.
"Your homework is to research about narratives in writing so we can talk about it tomorrow. Also, I want you to write something at home." His words come out rapidly. "You'll write about a perfect day. It can be a memory or a day you imagine. I want you to create the perfect day you can spend and send it to my email address on the board. Understood?" Before waiting for anyone's answer, he adds, "Class dismissed."
Like everyone sees his hurry, the class empties pretty quickly. When the last student leaves the class, I'm already on my feet and making my way to him. But seems like it's not fast enough for him. Because he stalks toward me, grabs my face and crushes our lips together in an urgent kiss. His body backs me to the wall, and he sucks and bites my lip like he wants to eat me whole.
His rough kiss makes me dizzy I can't even remember my own name as I surrender to his hunger and reply with my own.
“You’ll make me lose my mind,” he says between kisses.
“I’ve already lost mine,” I pant, pressing myself against him. My fingers dig into his shoulders as his lips move to my neck.
“I fucking missed you!” he growls, bringing our bodies even closer. His teeth graze the skin on my neck, sucking and licking the same place I’m sure a hickey will form up. I don’t care. All I care about, all I want is to feel him inside me.
