“Better than anything,” he replied honestly. And I believed he actually meant it.
I went back to work with renewed enthusiasm, taking him as deep as I could manage. It wasn’t long before I sensed his control was starting to crack. His breathing had turned ragged, and the hand in my hair was guiding my movements with increasing urgency.
“Stop,” he said suddenly, tugging my head back. “Not like this. Not the first time in my office.”
I looked up at him questioningly, my lips swollen and slick. “Then how?”
His smile was pure sin. “On my desk. Now.”
I scrambled to my feet, my knees protesting after the hard office floor. My hands were shaking slightly as I watched Valen sweep his papers off the desk with one fluid motion, sending them fluttering to the floor without a care. The sound of rustling paper filled the silence between us, and I realized my heart was pounding so hard he could probably hear it.
“Come here,” he said, his voice carrying that commanding edge that made my cock twitch in my pants.
I moved toward the desk on unsteady legs, hyperaware of every sound in the building around us. Footsteps in the hallway, muffled voices from other offices, the distant hum of magical energy that always permeated the academic buildings. Any one of those sounds could be someone coming to check on us, but I found I didn’t care anymore.
Valen’s hands were on me before I’d fully reached him, spinning me around and pressing me back against the edge of his desk. The wood was smooth and cool against my back through my shirt, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he caged me in with his arms.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked, though his hands were already working at the buttons of my shirt. “Because once we cross this line, there’s no going back.”
“I crossed that line days ago,” I said, arching into his touch. “In that alley in Pigeon Forge. Everything since then has just been foreplay.”
He laughed, low and dangerous. “In that case, let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
His mouth crashed against mine again, hungrier this time, more desperate. I could taste the faint metallic edge that clung to him, something that seemed uniquely vampire that shouldhave been unsettling but instead made me want more. His fangs scraped against my tongue, a reminder of exactly how dangerous this man was, and I moaned into his mouth.
My shirt fell away under his skilled fingers, and then his hands were on my bare chest, mapping every inch of skin like he was trying to memorize me. When his thumb brushed over my nipple, I gasped against his lips, my hips bucking forward involuntarily.
“Always so sensitive,” he murmured against my throat, his voice vibrating through my skin. “I love how you react to me.”
I was already fumbling with my belt, desperate to get the rest of my clothes off, but his hands covered mine, stilling my movements.
“Let me,” he said, and there was something almost reverent in his tone. “I want to unwrap you slowly.”
The contradiction between his earlier urgency and this sudden patience was maddening. I watched his face as he worked my belt free, noting the way his amber eyes had gone completely gold now, the way his fangs were more prominent. He looked inhuman in the best possible way, and the knowledge that I was the cause of his loss of control sent power coursing through my veins.
When he finally got my pants open and pushed them down my hips, I had to grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling over. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the way Valen’s gaze raked over my naked body.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, his hands hovering just above my skin like he was afraid to touch. “Absolutely perfect just like I remembered.”
I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. “Touch me, Valen. Please.”
That broke whatever spell had held him back. His hands were everywhere at once, stroking and squeezing and claiming every inch of me. When his fingers wrapped around my cock, I nearly came off the desk entirely.
“Careful,” he said with a wicked grin. “We don’t want you finishing too early.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I gasped, my hips moving of their own accord into his grip.
“Where’s the fun in that?” But even as he said it, he was reaching into his desk drawer, pulling out a small bottle that made my pulse quicken with anticipation.
“You keep lube in your office desk?” I asked, trying to inject some levity into the moment even as my body thrummed with need.
“I’m a centuries-old vampire, darling. I’ve learned to be prepared for all sorts of situations.” He set the bottle on the desk beside me, then began working on his own clothes. “Besides, I may have been hoping for this outcome since you first walked into my classroom even if I didn’t want to admit it.”
Watching him undress was like witnessing a work of art come to life. Every movement was fluid and graceful, his pale skin seeming to glow in the office lighting. When he was finally naked, I couldn’t help but stare. He was even more beautiful than I remembered, all lean muscle and sharp angles, his thick cock standing proud and thick between his legs.
“See something you like?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Everything,” I admitted without shame. “You’re even more impressive in the light of day.”
