A beautiful monster

Chapter three

When the bell finally rang signalling the start of English class Lucifer should have shot up from his chair, eager to escape from the classroom. However, he didn't move, he sat there until someone grabbed his arm.
Lucifer furrowed his brows as he looked down at where his arm had been pulled, and found himself staring at Ms. Harvelle who was smiling sweetly at him. She squeezed his arm gently and gave him a little wink before releasing him. Lucifer blinked a couple of times before turning his attention back towards Ms. Harvelle, who was still grinning at him. "Are you feeling okay? You seemed very distracted during my lecture earlier."
Lucifer was a bit surprised at the question considering what she had just done an hour ago. what he would have done to have finally connected their lips. "I'm fine, Ms. Harvelle. Thank you for asking." He managed to say with a strained voice, hoping that she wouldn't notice his hands covering his hard erection. He had never felt such a need for anyone before, it was as though his body was fighting him for possession.
It made him wonder what it would be like to hold her close, to press his lips to hers and have her melt against him. He could only imagine the taste of her lips against his, could only picture the sounds that would come from her throat and make him moan. And he hated it, it scared him. The craving inside of him, the yearning, it was unbearable. He had to get away from her. And fast. He had to leave before he ended up tearing her apart.
She nodded before moving to take her place behind her desk. Lucifer quickly turned around and headed towards the door. As soon as he stepped outside, he closed the door behind himself and breathed deeply, forcing himself to calm down. there was no point in going to English as he was already late so he headed to his dorm instead to get rid of the big problem he had.