Professor

“I’m yours, Lucian. I’m only yours.” I gasped when he slammed into me so hard I moved up an inch. I was in a fever pitch. The world fell away, but I didn’t care. I only cared about right here and now.

Lights flashed in front of my vision as I came, and I forced my eyes to stay open through my pleasure. Seeing Lucian get off was unlike anything I could have ever envisioned.

I felt his cock swell inside of me, felt him get impossibly harder, and I parted my mouth at the sensations. The feeling of him coming, of his seed filling me, was hot, erotic, and had my pleasure climbing even higher.

“Mine,” he growled out, and I felt him gently bite the side of my neck. I cried out as more pleasure slammed into me. It wasn’t until he pulled out of me, rolled to the side, and brought me in close to his body that I took a stuttering breath in. I felt his hand go between my thighs.

“I want every last drop inside of you,” he said as he cupped my pussy.

He was wild and intense, masculine and powerful.

He was mine.

I didn’t know how this would all play out, didn’t know if I was even making the right decisions, but in this moment it felt like perfection.

21

Grace

I didn’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Having my body pressed against Lucian’s, our skin slightly damp, his arm resting over my shoulder, keeping me close, and my head on his chest made me feel safe. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I had my hand on his abdomen, the muscles underneath slightly tense as he lay there, his chest rising and falling as he breathed evenly.

We’d been lying like this for the past hour, neither of us moving or speaking, the atmosphere content and relaxed, the soreness between my thighs a steady reminder of what we had done, what I’d given him.

My virginity.

My innocence.

I shifted on the bed slightly, so I could tip my head back and look into his face. He had his eyes closed, one of his arms bent and tucked under his head, and if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that he was asleep. But the way he moved his fingers up and down my arm, how he refused to let me move away, told me Lucian was very much awake.

I rested my head back on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. I closed my eyes and just absorbed that sound, feeling like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

How strange things worked out. How funny I’d never seen myself in this position, thought Lucian would love me back.

Yet here I was, in bed with my professor, my love for him as strong as his love for me. It had all been a fantasy, the wishful thinking of an inexperienced college girl.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly, my hand on his abdomen, his six-pack these rolling hills underneath my palm.

He didn’t answer for a moment, but he tightened his arm around me, holding me to him possessively. The sound of his even breathing lulled me. We were in this safe spot right here and now, nothing able to touch us.

“I’m thinking about the future. I’m thinking about everything I missed out on before you came into my life.”

The breath caught in my throat at his words. It wasn’t exactly what he said, but the way he said it, the pitch and tone of his voice, the way I felt his muscles tighten against me.

“In that first moment I saw you, I knew that there was a chance for me to be happy, that I’d found a piece of myself I hadn’t known was missing. Crazy as it may seem, love had never been something I saw for myself.”

I felt him shift, and I opened my eyes, leaning back slightly so I could look into his face. He moved onto his side, reached down and pulled the blanket over us even farther. For long moments all he did was stare at me, taking in every aspect of my face, as if he were memorizing every part of me.

How was it possible for one person to look at me and make me feel like I was their entire world?

“I’m thinking about how much of a selfish bastard I am where it concerns you, that my love for you is so profound that it’s changed the man I am, the person I thought I was. It’s made me better, Grace.” He moved his thumb over my cheek in a gentle sweeping motion. “I’m thinking about how I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me.” He said that so soft I almost didn’t hear.