My temperature was rising fast. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was terrified someone might catch us at any second, but the feeling of Luka’s fingers against my skin was too delicious. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop.
“You think about me a lot?” I asked, unable to form anything much more complex in thought.
“Very much so.” He ran his perfectly manicured nails over the skin of my inner thigh, not scratching me, just making me aware of his presence between my legs.
I found myself pushing my hips forward in the smallest of motions. A dining hall full of other students, especially with my reputation being dragged through the mud during their quiet conversations, was the worst place I could possibly be spotted doing something like this.
But I couldn’t make myself pull away.
“You are one of the most brilliant writers I’ve ever read,” he said, sliding his fingers up to tease at the edge of my panties.
My heart melted, both with my desire for him to move closer to my core and with the compliment.
I took a slow breath in, and gathered my thoughts. “That’s a very nice thing to say.”
“Every word of it is true, princess,” he replied.
Princess. That word. What I wouldn’t give to be his real princess right at that moment.
I spread my legs wider, encouraging him to move closer. Two fingers pressed lightly against the fabric of my panties, right over the most sensitive part of me.
I gasped. He applied more pressure, watching me vibrate and melt under his touch. I whimpered. He pressed further against my clit, beginning a torturously slow circle against it. His patient, deliberate movements, his spot-on accuracy, drove me crazy, sending my body into a whirlwind of desire. I throbbed against his hand, aching for more. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
Luka chuckled, with just a hint of that dark edge to it. He pressed down harder, keeping his fingers strong and steady against me.
“Oh!” I gasped before bringing a hand to my mouth to quiet myself. That firm, sustained pressure was spinning me up like a top. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever gotten this high this quickly, but I was about to burst and could feel the fire inside growing suddenly hotter and hotter.
“Breathe through it,” Luka whispered, never breaking eye contact with me.
I sucked in a deep breath, feeling myself tipping over the edge. I was past the point of no return but I was fighting the urge. I needed more of his touch, but I couldn’t bear the thought of causing a scene in public.
“Breathe, princess,” he said with more steel in his voice and another press of his fingers.
That did it. I exhaled, a heavy, shaky breath, and let myself go. The sensation sent the air out of me in a rush as pleasure coursed through every part of my body, radiating outwards from his fingertips and filling my nerves with exquisite electricity. My mind was sent reeling and I wanted to scream out the pleasure that was overtaking me. I sucked in another sharp breath, holding it, and rode out the remainder of my orgasm.
“That’s perfect,” Luka murmured. “But don’t stop breathing.”
I exhaled as the last of the quakes ran through my thighs. The breath came out hard again, but a little easier than last time. My mouth hung open as I tried to recover from the sheer intensity of all of it.
“Look alive,” Luka said playfully, patting my thigh before removing his hand. He laced his fingers on the table in front of him and looked to the side.
What the hell was he looking at? What could possibly be more important than—
The waiter approached, smiling down at both of us. “Good evening, my name is Peter, how may I take your order?”
