Quantum Obsession | 18+

17. The Dark Past haunts

Naisha ~

No.

Absolutely no.

" Why would you even think that ?" My voice rising to an octave , the idea seeming too irrational. Who in the sane mind stays alone with their professor in his house

I jump off his lap scurrying to the other side of the table.

" What's wrong in staying with me hmm ? " His words sound so amorous laced with so much affection

He gets off his chair and moves towards me with slow menacing steps. Wrapping his hands around my midriff he presses me against his body. With gentle fingertips, he traces delicate patterns along my skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps in his wake. His touch is so tender and deliberate,

" I am not staying with you at any cost " I turn back to face him wanting to create a distinct physical barrier between us.

Because whenever I am too close to him, my senses are fraught, my cognitive senses fully forfeited and I behave like a needy desperate whore for him.

He proceeds towards me again, This time too close towering over me and once again I am brutally captivated by the intoxicating aroma of his signature cologne. Whenever I catch a whiff of his cologne or a hint of his natural musk, a rush of warmth and longing floods my senses

What's wrong with him !

Why can't he maintain a civil distance from me, always touching , sniffing and ravishing me.

Holding my hands , he pulls me closer. He reaches out for me with gentle and tender fingertips, caressing my skin in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. His soft firm touches brimming with so much adoration.

With each stroke, he traces the curves of my body with utmost care, igniting a spark of passion between us.

The warmth of his big rough hand against my cheek sends shivers down my spine, as we share a poignant moment filled with so much intimacy.

" Stay with me, I will give you everything " Taking a deep whiff of the sweet spot behind my ear , he starts twirling my hair ends between his thumb and forefinger.

Does he love my scent?

Is it the reason he is always nuzzling into me inhaling me.

Does he love my hair?

Is that why he keeps playing with them always.

" I can't , please don't force me " I croak while looking up at him. As I gaze into his eyes, his expression softens with adoration and admiration. A faint smile curves along his lips drinking in every detail of my face, committing it to his memory. The sparkling tenderness in his eyes is just unmistakable.

Does he really feel something for me?

With a gentle touch, he brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his gesture filled with an intimate passion.

" Okay, fine" He huffs out and goes back to his seat.

I can't believe he agreed so easily. There is definitely something cooking in his head. A slow sinister smirk spreading over his lips.

What strategy is this devil crafting in his head?

I try to analyze his face, brainstorming different scenarios and possibilities which he can create, but none crosses my mind

I know he is envisioning a complex and intricate scheme, and to be honest I am relishing the thrill of this web of secrecy which he is constructing

" Why are you making that face? And again I am telling you I am not staying with you alone " I scrunch my nose, my voice laced with confusion at the same time a tantalizing sense of excitement and intrigue filling my veins.