The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Ian’s POV

Slowly, I slipped out of Sophia, kissing her neck while she moaned slightly. I turned her around so she was facing me and kisses her, sliding my tongue into her mouth while my hand caressed her hair.

She broke the kiss, fear in her eyes and her chest rising and falling hard. “We shouldn’t have,” she murmured.

I nodded in agreement. “We shouldn’t have,” I agreed. “But we have, and I will not let you go. You hear me?”

She smiled slightly and nodded. “I should go back. I still have classes.”

I stared at her from head to toe. Her hair was tangled, her skirt rumpled and my cum sliding down her legs. I could scent myself all over her. She looked freshly fucked. And that was a look reserved for me and me alone. I wouldn’t allow another man to see her looking like this.

I shook my head at her. “You should go clean up in my restroom and go straight to your dorm,” I said instead. “I can’t have you looking like this in your other classes.”

She touched her hair. “Do I look terrible?”

I shook my head and touched her cheeks gently. “No, you don’t. But don’t you think everyone will know what we just did if you leave my office, looking like this?”

Red coloured her cheeks instantly and she lowered her eyes. I couldn’t tell if she was blushing or she was feeling embarrassed. “Do we go back to ignoring ourselves after this?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“I don’t want a situation whereby I talk to you, and then you ignore me,” she answered.

“Why would you think I will do that?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“Because it is something you can do,” she answered with a not so casual shrug.

“I won’t do that,” I assured her. “I’ll text you later when I’m free.”

“You don’t even have my number,” she reminded me. I leaned sideways, picking my phone from the table. It was a miracle she hadn’t knocked off everything from my table, including my laptop and phone.

“Input it,” I answered, giving her the phone.

She smiled shyly and did it, then gave me back the phone. She had saved her name as Sophia. Her eyes seemed tired and she looked like she could fall asleep any moment from now.

“You want to sleep?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I feel a bit sleepy,” she answered. “You’re right. I should just freshen up and go to my dorm to rest.”

“Remember, you can’t tell anyone about us,” I told her.

“And I assured you that I won’t…do you think I could tell my best friend, Jenny?” She asked tentatively.

I gave her a look. “Fine, fine, I won’t tell,” she answered, throwing her hands up in what seemed to be frustration. She began walking to the toilet, taking off her clothes on the way there. It didn’t take long before she came out, all cleaned up and her hair already tied in a fairly neat bun.

She quickly put on her clothes and then put her panties in her back. “I’m leaving now,” she said.

“Is your dorm far from here?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” she answered. “It’s not that far.”

“Do you have a car?” I asked.

She shook her head. “It’s Jenny that has one. She drives us to school most mornings but I go home one my own af – ah!”

The metallic scent of blood filled my nose and my eyes snapped to her wrist. She had scratched it on the wall and now it was dripping blood. I turned around instantly, not wanting to look at it. I couldn’t trust myself to not attack her.

I could feel my eyes turning blood red and my canines elongating. I grabbed the table, the edge digging into my palms. It was taking all of my self-control to not attack her. And it was so damn hard, trying my best to not attack her when the scent of her blood was calling to me.

Gods. I was very hungry. I needed to feed.

I closed my eyes, taking in a slow, deep breath. I didn’t smell the blood anymore. She was gone. Slowly, I continued inhaling and exhaling deeply until I was sure I was calm and my canines retracted to their normal length.

I turned around and confirmed that she had really left.

Fuck. I had almost attacked her. I was so close to attacking her. I thought I was past that stage where I wasn’t able to control myself at the sight of blood but apparently, I thought wrong.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. Fuck. I shouldn’t have taken Mike’s advice. I should have known this was how it would turn out, with me almost attacking her and ripping her throat out of her neck. If she hadn’t left, if I had to smell her blood one more time, she’d be dead by now.

I picked up my phone and saw that I had already had a text from Mike. “Spoken to her yet?” He had asked.

I FaceTimed him instantly and he picked up on the first ring, a grin on his face that slowly fell when he saw my own sour expression.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I almost attacked her,” I seethed. “I took your advice. I called her to talk to her, she made her move and we fucked and I almost killed her!”

“You almost killed her, how?” He asked in confusion.

“She scratched her wrist and started bleeding,” I explained, taking in deep, calming breaths. “If she had stayed a moment longer, I’d have killed her.”

“But you didn’t. You were in control,” he said slowly, as if that was the bright side. The thing was there was no bright side to this.

“Not as much in control as I always thought I was,” I answered. “I’m afraid if I keep staying around her then I might just kill her.”

“Well you can’t stay away from her because you were the one who put a target on her back. Have you forgotten?” He reminded me with narrowed eyes. The door to his apartment opened and he looked back before looking at me. “I’m going to call you later.”

He ended the call without waiting for my reply. I sat on my chair and rubbed my face. All I could think of was how I shouldn’t have listened to his advice. But now I did. And I’d be damned if I let her go this time.