"See?" I taunt her, moving my hand down her flat stomach. "Your body knows who it belongs to. Your body remembers me from your dreams."
I reach the waistband of her panties. The only barrier left.
"Please," she begs, but the word is breathless now. It’s not a plea for mercy; it’s a plea for release.
I hook my finger under the lace and tear.
The fabric rips with a sharprrip. I toss the ruined scraps aside.
She is bare. Displayed for me like a feast.
I look at her. I take my time. I let my gaze burn a path over every inch of her. The dark triangle of curls. The wetness already glistening there.
"Look at that," I murmur, touching her.
She flinches, a high, keen sound escaping her throat.
"You’re wet, Ivy. You’re dripping for the monster."
"I can't help it," she cries, turning her face away, shame radiating off her in waves. "It’s... it’s just a reaction. It doesn't mean I want you."
"Doesn't it?"
I don't undo my pants. I don't take out my cock.
Instead, I slide my hand between her legs. I cup her heat, my palm pressing against her center.
"If you don't want me," I say, my voice dangerously calm, "then this won't feel good. If you hate me, you won't come."
"I won't," she insists.
"We’ll see."
I find her clit with my thumb. I circle it. Slow. Deliberate.
She bites her lip so hard I worry she’ll draw blood. Her hands grip the sheets, her knuckles white. She is fighting herself with everything she has.
I increase the pressure. I find the rhythm I know she likes—the one she uses on herself. I know because I watched. I studied her pleasure like a science.
"Relax," I command. "Give it to me."
"No... no..."
Her hips lift off the mattress, seeking more friction. Her body is a traitor.
I slip two fingers inside her.
She is so tight. So incredibly tight. But she’s slick, and I slide in deep.
"Silas!" She screams my name, her head trashing from side to side.
"That’s it," I growl, pumping my fingers into her while my thumb works her relentlessly. "Feel me. Feel how empty you were before this."
I watch her face as she unravels. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The mask of the polite, scared student cracks, revealing the raw, wanton creature underneath. The creature that belongs to me.
"Let go," I demand.
"I can't... I shouldn't..."
