Clicking his phone off, he turns around and freezes. There’s no mistaking it; his eyes heat as they sweep down my body, but he quickly masks them.
"What in the universe are you doing here?!" He rushes to the door and locks it.
Surely that's a good sign. Locks mean privacy.
"What the fuck are you wearing?” He whispers. “Are you insane?!"
“Uh… Professor?” I clear my throat, fidgeting with the hem of my uniform. “This is… just my uniform.” My voice comes out a little too bright, a little too teasing, and I immediately regret it. “I, uh… needed some help. There’s this homework problem that’s… well, let’s say it’s being stubborn. And I figured… maybe your big, scary brain could, you know… help little me figure it out.”
I bite my lip, cringing at the words and trying to remember the script. Tabby thought this was smooth, but it feels like I’ve tripped over every syllable.
I head toward the desk, one pigtail spinning around my finger like we practiced in the bathroom, and almost manage to look graceful… until my heel catches on the edge of the rug. My ankle twists, and I wobble, arms flailing like I’m auditioning for a circus act.
"Shit!" I catch myself on the desk just in time before I faceplant. Not sexy. I need to sit down before I ruin this. Time for phase two of the plan.
I clamber onto the desk, sitting so I’m facing him, and lean back on my hands. My legs spread the “right” way, the way Tabby swore would seal the deal. Supposed to be my winning move, my guarantee.
Except I feel every inch of my embarrassment. My cheeks are burning, my stomach’s doing somersaults, and I’m pretty sure I look like a complete fool. And somehow, he’s not even looking at my face.
“Miss Davies…” his words and his face are thunderous, but his eyes are fixed solely between my legs. “Why are you not wearing panties?”
I stay silent as he walks slowly towards me. Eyes fixed between my legs.
My chest tightens, and my breath catches.Holy universe, he’s gorgeous.
Even if my bond weren’t dragging me toward him, I’d still think so. I don’t know if it’s the potion, the bond, or the nerves, but I can’t stop imagining brushing my fingers over the planes of his body, sliding under that crisp vest and shirt, tracing the line of his jaw… even tasting the rough stubble there.
He stops walking forward once he’s between my legs, against the desk, and looks up into my eyes. Hungry, beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
“You think you can walk around this academy without panties?” he rumbles lowly.
“That is very, very naughty, Arwen. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”
He grabs both of my pigtails in his enormous hands and pulls them back and down, until my face looks at the ceiling, neck exposed.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “They get punished.”
“Oh,” I breathe out.
“Do you like being punished, Ms. Davies?”
“I... I don’t know.” I reply nervously.If this is punishment, sign me up.
“I know what you’re doing, Arwen.” He growls next to my ear.
“Is it working?” I say, panting. My chest is rising and falling, straining against the push-up bra and the knot tied in my shirt. I know it’s working. I can feel his bulge against my core. He wants this. He wants me, his bond.
My senses overload with his scent this close. The books have only been giving me microdose.
“This is a terrible idea, Arwen.” He says, and I worry he is going to pull away.
“Just kiss me.” I whisper, and I can’t help it; it comes out a little whiney, but I need this man. Not just for the bond, or to manifest my sin power, my body wants this man. Wants him to own me, claim me, with his own body.
He’s breathing hard too, but I can tell he is holding back, so I turn my head to the side just a little so my lips brush against his… and he kisses me.
He kisses me hard and hungrily. His lush lips press into mine, hard enough to bruise. Hands grasp both sides of my waist and pull me close, pushing my bare exposed pussy up against the hard, warm bulge in his pants. His tongue slips into my mouth. It licks against mine, urgent and strong. He tastes like green tea and mint, such a contrast to his tough demeanor.
Grasping at each other, I tug at his hair as he kisses sloppily down my throat. His hands find my breasts and squeeze hard. I moan out loud, and it whips him into even more a frenzy.
