Between the desks

Chapter 86

Elizabeth's POV

The room emptied quickly, students eager to escape after the long lecture. I could see the relief on their faces as they gathered their things and hurried out, the typical end-of-class rush. But the tension between Amren and me was unmistakable, thick in the air. I could feel it in the way she lingered, packing her bag slowly, deliberately, her movements calculated.

"I'll be there in a minute," she said to Lily, her voice casual but hiding something more. Lily gave her a brief reply, something I couldn't quite make out, before she walked out the door, leaving us alone.

Amren didn't move immediately. I could feel her eyes on me, the weight of her gaze heavy and charged. She took her time, making her way to the door, and the soft click of the lock turning sent a thrill down my spine. My heart thudded in my chest, the room suddenly feeling smaller, more intimate. I turned my back to her, trying to compose myself, but every fiber of my being was acutely aware of her presence.

"You shouldn't taunt me like that in class," her voice came from behind me, low and thick with something I couldn't quite place. Lust? Frustration? It was hard to tell, but the intensity in her words made my pulse quicken.

I took a steadying breath, trying to keep my voice even as I replied, "You shouldn't interrupt my lecture, then." I tried to sound firm, but my tone wavered slightly, betraying how much I wanted to continue this game, to push her just a little further.

Amren scoffed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You shouldn't have used my essay," she shot back, her voice still carrying that same tension. I could hear her footsteps now, slow and deliberate as she moved toward me, the air between us thickening with every passing second.

"It was too good not to use," I said, swallowing hard. I could hear the shakiness in my own voice. My back was still to her, but I knew she was getting closer. The room felt like it was shrinking, pulling us together. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, and my body hummed with anticipation.

Then I felt it—her hand (with the cast) brushing lightly against my arm. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt through me, making my breath hitch. She was so close now, her breathing heavy and deliberate, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I didn't dare turn around, afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to control myself.

Her other hand slid to my waist, fingers curling possessively around me, and I felt her breath on the back of my neck, warm and maddening. My heart was racing now, thudding wildly in my chest. I could barely breathe, barely think. My grip tightened on the edge of the desk, trying to ground myself, but the room was spinning, the weight of her touch pulling me under.

Her breath ghosted against my ear, and I shivered involuntarily. "You're shaking," she murmured, her voice thick with desire now, unmistakable.

"I..." My words caught in my throat. I could feel my knees weakening, the tension so intense it was almost unbearable. I was losing control, fast. I leaned forward slightly, pressing my free hand against the desk for support. My body was betraying me, trembling under her touch. I needed her—desperately.

"You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her lips so close to my ear that I could feel their heat. Her fingers on my waist tightened, pulling me just a fraction closer to her. "Teasing me in front of the whole class..."

My pulse surged, and a soft, involuntary whimper escaped my lips. She was right, of course. I did like it. I liked pushing her, seeing how far I could take things. But now, in this moment, the power had shifted completely. She was in control, and I was unraveling beneath her.

Her hand slid from my arm down to my wrist, fingers grazing my skin in a way that made my breath hitch. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice a mixture of teasing and something darker. "So confident in class, but now you're shaking like a leaf."

I exhaled shakily, my head swimming. "You...you drive me crazy," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "I can tell," she whispered back. "I can feel it in the way you tense up every time I get close to you. I know what you want."

Her words were like fire, igniting something deep within me. My whole body tingled with need, my heart pounding relentlessly against my chest. I knew she could feel it too. She leaned in even closer, her lips barely brushing the back of my neck.

"Tell me," she murmured, her breath sending a shiver down my spine. "What do you want, Lizzie?"

Her hand moved from my waist, traveling slowly up my back, making my skin burn beneath her touch. I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone respond. I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch her gaze, and the look in her eyes—intense, dark with desire—nearly knocked the breath out of me.

"I want you," I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them. It was the truth, the undeniable truth that had been gnawing at me for weeks. I wanted her more than anything. But this was dangerous, and we both knew it.

Her grip tightened, pulling me flush against her. "Say it again," she demanded softly, her lips brushing my ear.

"I want you," I repeated, my voice shaking, but more certain now.

Amren leaned in, her lips grazing my neck, sending a wave of heat coursing through me. I gasped, tilting my head slightly to give her more access. My body was betraying me completely now, every inch of me responding to her touch.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice low and possessive. And in that moment, I knew it was true. There was no going back from this, no pretending we didn't feel what we did.

We were both consumed, and there was no escape from the fire we'd ignited.

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