𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 'Professor Student Romance' (BOOK 1)

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BONDITA

This felt so right, so perfect. Every nerve in my body told me the truth—I loved him, and he loved me. There was nothing wrong with how we felt. He had stirred something inside me, something primal and raw, over these last few days. I knew he wanted me, I could feel it in every look, every brush of his hand. But there was always that fear in his eyes, like he was terrified of touching me and losing what we had if I didn’t respond.

But he didn’t know the truth—I was burning for him. I ached for his touch, craved the feeling of his hands roaming over every inch of my skin. The thought of him not touching me, not giving in to what we both wanted, was unbearable.

So I made the move. I wanted this, needed this, and there was no turning back. The fact that we were still in college, caught up in the chaos of it all, seemed so trivial now. It didn’t matter. Nothing could stop us. I wasn’t going to hold back. We had all night... all the time we needed.

His hands slid over my chest, his fingers tracing along the curves of my body with a deliberate, teasing touch that sent shivers down my spine. His lips found my hard nipples, and as he sucked on them, waves of pleasure rippled through me. My legs shook, and my head fell back, surrendering to the sensation that consumed me. I had never felt like this before—completely undone, completely at his mercy.

He pulled away just enough to meet my gaze, his dark, lust-filled eyes locking with mine. His hands moved to my hips, and he drew his mouth away from my aching nipples, leaving them wet and sensitive. His voice was low, seductive, as he whispered, “Are you wet for me, sunshine?”

His words hit me like a storm, making me tremble with need. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, soaking my panties. Barely able to breathe, I nodded slowly and whispered, “Yes.”

A wicked grin tugged at his lips, and he squeezed my hips harder, his fingers teasingly brushing against the waistband of my jeans. With agonizing slowness, he worked at my button, his breath hot against my neck as he leaned in to kiss me again. His lips were rough, possessive, and when he pulled back, his eyes were filled with hunger. “Let me see just how much you’re telling the truth, sunshine,” he growled.

My heart pounded wildly as I nodded, my body completely at his mercy. His fingers slid down, teasingly pulling at the zipper of my jeans, and I felt my pulse quicken with each movement. He opened my jeans, revealing my damp, white panties. His gaze lingered there, filled with heat, making me feel utterly exposed and desired.

In a blur of sensation, I hardly registered how quickly his hands slid down my jeans and between my legs, his fingers finally making contact with my wet panties. The moment felt electric.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with hunger. His fingers brushed lightly against the lace, feeling the warmth that had soaked through. My hips bucked involuntarily at the tantalizing touch, desperate for more, craving the friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

He looked up, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips as he teased me, “You’re dripping for me, baby...”

My breath hitched, each inhale sharp and shaky as every inch of my body ached for his touch—his mouth, his fingers, anything he was willing to give me. I was ready for him to take me, to claim me, to make me feel things I had only ever dreamed of. The anticipation between us was thick, wrapping around us like a fog, heavy with desire.

As his fingers dipped lower, slipping past the lace of my panties, I gasped, my body arching toward him, yearning for more. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. There was no going back now, and I didn’t want to. I was lost in the intoxicating sensations he was stirring within me, ready to surrender to him completely.