Between the desks

Chapter 88

Elizabeth's POV

The tension in the room had been simmering for hours, growing hotter and more unbearable with every glance, every brush of skin. Now it was a storm inside me, an uncontainable need. I could feel Amren behind me, her presence a magnet that pulled at every fiber of my being. Her body pressed against mine, soft yet unyielding, her curves molding into me like she belonged there. Her breath was hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine that I couldn't suppress.

I tried to focus, to ground myself in something other than the electricity crackling between us. But it was impossible. She was all I could think about. I had to say something, anything, to break the suffocating silence.

"You can't tease me like this," I breathed, my voice low and uneven, betraying the storm brewing inside me. I could barely get the words out. My body was trembling with the strain of keeping still, of not turning around and giving in to what I wanted—no, what I needed.

"Oh, but I can," she whispered, her voice like velvet, dripping with amusement and something darker. Her hand slid down my arm slowly, deliberately, before her fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist. Her grip was firm, commanding, sending a spark of heat straight through me. "And I will," she added, her voice edged with hunger. The sound of it was like gasoline thrown onto the fire already burning inside me.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I know this turns you on as much as it does me," she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath warm and teasing. It wasn't a question. She knew. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"I..." I tried to speak, tried to form some kind of response, but the words wouldn't come. All I could feel was her, every inch of her pressing into me, making me ache with want. My pulse pounded in my throat, my head spinning. "Next time... it won't be you in control," I managed, my voice shaky and raw. I wanted to sound in control, but even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Right now, she held all the power, and we both knew it.

Amren let out a soft, wicked laugh, and the sound of it went straight through me. "We'll see about that," she whispered, her lips grazing my earlobe, sending another jolt of heat through me. Her fingers dug into my waist, pulling me tighter against her. The sensation was almost too much. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me, but I forced myself to stand tall, to hold on to whatever shred of control I had left.

"You like it when I call you professor, don't you?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive hum. She said the word deliberately, savoring it, and the sound sent a rush of heat straight to my core. She knew exactly what that word did to me, how it undid every wall I tried to put up between us.

I gritted my teeth, trying to take a deep breath, but it came out shaky. "You'll see," I repeated, though my voice lacked the confidence I desperately wanted it to have. The truth was, I was falling apart in her hands. My mind was spinning, my body screaming for her touch, for more. I needed to kiss her, taste her, feel her against me. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to do something. I started to turn around, ready to face her, to pull her to me and lose myself in her.

But her grip tightened on my wrist, her fingers digging into my skin with enough force to stop me in my tracks. "Don't turn around, professor," she commanded, her voice low and firm. There was no room for argument in her tone, and the dominance in her voice sent another wave of heat crashing through me.

I hesitated, my heart racing, my body torn between obedience and desire. "Why not?" I rasped, the words barely audible. I was trembling now, every nerve ending screaming for her touch, for more. I needed her. I needed to feel her, to taste her, to make her mine.

Her breath was hot against my ear again, sending shivers down my spine. "Because if you do..." she paused, her voice thick with the same desire that coursed through me. "I won't be able to stop myself." Her words were like a promise, a threat, and I could hear the hunger in her voice. She needed me as much as I needed her, and that knowledge only made the tension burn hotter between us.

I closed my eyes, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My entire body was on edge, every muscle taut with the need for release. I wanted to defy her, to turn around and take her right there, but something in her voice held me in place. There was a dangerous edge to her tone, a warning that if I pushed her now, neither of us would be able to stop.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she spoke again, her voice a dark, sultry whisper. "Do you know what I think about when I touch myself at night?" she asked, her breath hot against my skin.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat. My mind flashed back to the last time she had told me that, how she had confessed that I was the one she thought of, that it was my name on her lips when she was alone in the dark. The memory of it sent a fresh wave of heat surging through me. She had told me just minutes ago. 

She chuckled softly, sensing my reaction. "I think about you," she continued, her voice dripping with wickedness. "Your hands on me, your mouth... I imagine the way you'd feel, the way you'd taste." Her words were a soft, teasing caress, designed to unravel me. And it was working.

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my grip on reality, but I was losing the battle. "Amren," I whispered, my voice rough, barely able to get her name out.

"Mmm," she hummed, her lips brushing the skin just below my ear, sending another shiver down my spine. "I can feel how much you want me," she purred, her hand sliding down to rest on my hip, her fingers pressing into my skin. "But you're not ready for me yet, are you?"

"I'm ready," I breathed, desperation lacing my words. I didn't care anymore. I couldn't take the teasing, the tension. I needed her. Now.

Amren laughed softly, a sound that was equal parts amused and hungry. "Not yet, professor," she whispered, her lips lingering just long enough on my neck to leave me aching for more. "But soon." Her voice was low, filled with dark promises.

Before I could respond, she pulled away, her body leaving mine, and the loss of her warmth was like a shock to my system. I blinked, trying to steady myself, my hands still gripping the edge of the desk. I was shaking with need, every nerve on fire, but she had taken control, and she was leaving me like this. Wanting. Aching.

"I'll see you around, professor," she said softly, her voice lingering in the air, filled with sensual promise. The click of her heels echoed in the silence as she walked away.

"See you around, Amren," I managed, my voice hoarse. My heart was pounding in my chest, my body still trembling with unspent desire. I didn't move, couldn't move, as I listened to the door open and then close behind her.

The room felt unbearably empty without her, the air thick with the lingering scent of her perfume. I let out a long, shaky breath, my entire body screaming for release, but the only thing I could think about was her. How much I wanted her. How much I needed her.

And how much I would make her mine. Soon.