Between the desks

Chapter 87

Amren's POV

The room was nearly suffocating in its silence, the air thick with something unspoken, something dangerous. My eyes traced the lines of Lizzie's back as she stood there, stiff, her hands clutching the edge of the desk like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her breath was shallow, uneven, betraying the carefully constructed façade she always tried to maintain in front of me. But now? Now, the cracks were showing. She was mine.

I stepped closer, each movement slow and deliberate. "You're mine," I said, my voice low and possessive, the words curling through the space between us like smoke. My claim was undeniable, and I meant every syllable. She is mine. Every trembling inch of her body told me that.

Lizzie's breath hitched audibly. I could feel the tension radiating off her in waves, the way her shoulders were drawn tight, as if bracing for something. Her body was betraying her, trembling under the weight of the desire we both knew was there. I took another step, closing the distance until my front pressed against her back. The heat between us was unbearable, but intoxicating. I leaned in, my chest against her spine, feeling her tense beneath the contact.

"You like this, don't you?" My voice was a low, dangerous murmur, thick with unrestrained desire. I wasn't holding back anymore. The hunger in me was too strong, and I knew she felt it, the same way I felt her trembling beneath me. "You know I want you. I need you," I whispered, my lips brushing against the curve of her ear, the intimacy of the moment making my pulse quicken.

She swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. "I didn't mean to—" she began, but her voice was barely audible, a trembling whisper that only made the tension between us more unbearable.

I didn't let her finish. "Don't lie." My hand slid from her waist to her hip, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp softly. "You like seeing me flustered under your gaze, don't you?" My breath was hot against her skin, and I knew every word was sinking into her, unraveling whatever control she had left. She wasn't in charge here. I was.

Her head dipped forward, her shoulders rising and falling with labored breaths. I could hear it now—the way her breathing had grown louder, more erratic. She was crumbling. She was trying to hold it together, but I could feel how close she was to losing it.

"You drive me crazy, Professor," I murmured against her skin, letting the title linger, knowing full well how much it affected her. The power in that word, how it flipped the dynamic, was delicious. I felt her inhale sharply, her whole body tightening in response.

A soft sound escaped her lips, a mixture of a whimper and a plea. "Please, Amren," she whispered, her voice tight, barely holding back the need that was practically radiating off her.

I smirked, feeling a surge of confidence. I was in control now, and I was going to savor every second of it. "Please, what?" I asked, my voice teasing but laced with dark intent. I shifted my weight, pressing harder against her, feeling the way her body instinctively arched into mine, seeking more.

"You drive me insane," she breathed, her voice breaking in the middle. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but it was futile. Her composure was unraveling rapidly, and I relished in watching her fall apart.

I leaned closer, my lips grazing the back of her neck, not quite kissing, just enough to make her shiver. My fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her more firmly against me. "Oh, you don't know how good you make me feel," I whispered, my words slipping into her like a promise, or maybe a confession. My mouth brushed the sensitive spot just behind her ear, and I felt her body stiffen under the intensity of it. "I've thought about you...at night," I murmured, my voice low and sinful. "When I touch myself, it's you I'm thinking about."

Her breath hitched sharply, her shoulders shaking. "Amren—" she started, but her voice faltered, breaking apart under the weight of her own desire.

I could feel the tension simmering between us, crackling like electricity. Every inch of her body was screaming for more, for release, and the way she trembled under me only fueled the fire burning inside me. I pressed harder against her, letting her feel every inch of my intent.

Her body tensed again, the heat between us almost unbearable now. "You don't know what you do to me," I said, my voice soft but insistent, laced with lust and something darker, something more possessive. "When you walk into the room, when you look at me, I lose all sense of control. And I know you feel the same."

Lizzie's head tilted slightly, her breathing ragged as she whispered, "I...I can't—"

"You can," I interrupted, my voice soft but commanding. "And you will." My hand slid down to her wrist, fingers curling around it gently but firmly, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. "You don't need to pretend anymore, Lizzie. I know what you want."

A small, desperate sound escaped her throat, and I felt her body soften, yielding to my touch. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps now, the tension between us thick, suffocating. I could hear it in the way her voice trembled, how her body pressed harder against mine.

"You're mine," I repeated, my tone leaving no room for doubt. I felt the way her body responded to those words, the slight shudder that ran through her at my declaration.

"Say it," I demanded, my lips brushing her ear again. "Say you're mine."

Lizzie swallowed hard, her breath catching again, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if she would. The tension was so thick it felt like it would snap, the air around us charged with anticipation.

Finally, she exhaled shakily, her voice trembling but certain as she whispered, "I'm yours."

A wave of satisfaction surged through me, her words wrapping around me like a promise, solidifying what I already knew. She was mine—completely, irrevocably.

I pulled her closer, her body melting against mine as if she'd been waiting for this, for me. "Precious thing," I murmured, the words barely more than a breath against her neck. I could feel her whole body responding to the praise, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she leaned back into me.

The tension between us was sizzling, dangerous, and yet I wasn't ready to let it break. Not yet.