A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
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He knew it was illicit, She knew it was dirty, Both of them knew it was forbidden but they couldn't stop themselves from falling for each ot...
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" Next time when I make you cum, that will be only with my c0ckk buried deep inside you" His words make me gasp with a pleasurable burst of colorful confetti raining down on me.
I bend forward placing my palms over his brawny chest , move my lips to his ear and whisper
" Then do it professor, who's stopping you?"
His face burns like a canvas of raw passion and inferno raging within.
" Do you even know what you are asking for? " His piercing gaze smoldering with an intensity that can ignite a thousand suns.
" Yes I know, still I'm asking you to do it " I whisper seductively and his eyes flicker with fiery desires.
" I don't want you to fall sick baby, your exams are near" He groans while his tongue moves sloppily with dexterous strokes all over my breast.
" Or do you want to fall sick ? Hmm" The sharp angles of his jawline etched with a sensual tension, like a promise of both danger and forbidden pleasures
" I'll fall sick? Why ? What are you going to do with me?" I stare at him with confused eyes.
His full ripe lips, slightly part with staggered breaths as if he's trying to control himself .
" You don't even have any idea what I want to do with you " he rubs his chin over my boobs, that rough dark stubble dusted over his jaw , making pleasurable friction with my soft skin.
" Ouch " I whimper when he increases the pace and pressure of nibbling and lapping over my hard buds.
" See you can't even handle this "
He leans back with one hand under his head, another hand busy squeezing, pinching, rubbing, flicking and playing with my boobs
" Then how will you take all of me?" Hmm" he bites his lower lip which adds a touch of rugged masculinity that only heightens the allure of his smoldering visage.
" What are you talking about?" I moan trying to clutch his hands which are sensually dancing over my naked upper half.
He chuckles, a deep throated laughter reverberates through his chest.
" This innocence of yours is going to be the death of me" His brows furrow in a mixture of need and longing, yet a soft adoration for me can't be hidden from the way he looks at me.
Every line, every crease, every flicker in his eyes hints at a desire so overwhelming, it threatens to annihilate me whole.
Maybe one day he'll ruin me wholly
" No you tell me first why will I get sick?" I clutch his biceps forcing him to look at me.
The way he is staring at me, it doesn't merely looks like a vessel of longing or desire or just lust and sex ;
