Forbidden Chemistry

The Answer to the Question

Lucian's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat at her words. He wasn't sure what she meant, but something in the way she said it made his pulse quicken. His mind was screaming at him to stop, to pull back, to remember that he was her teacher, but his heart... his heart was telling him something else.

"I'm your teacher," he said, his voice low and rough. "It's my job to answer your questions."

Astrid took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she gathered the courage to look up at him again. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, everything else disappeared—the rain, the world outside, the rules that had kept them apart. All that mattered was the space between them, the tension that had been building for so long finally coming to a head.

Lucian reached down, his hand trembling slightly as he undid his seatbelt. His fingers brushed against her thigh as he moved to undo hers, and the small contact sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "What's your question, Astrid?"

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts she knew she shouldn't be having. But in this moment, she didn't care. All the rules, all the boundaries—they didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was this feeling, this force between them that she couldn't ignore any longer.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally asked, "Would you kiss me, Mr. Blackwood?"

The rain fell harder, the sound of the drops hitting the roof drowning out everything else. The fog on the windows grew thicker, obscuring the world outside. In that moment, nothing existed except for them.

Lucian watched her, captivated by the storm of emotions on her face, and for the first time in a long while, he felt utterly powerless.

The words hung in the air, their weight pressing down on them both. Astrid's voice was barely more than a whisper, but the impact of her question sent a shockwave through Lucian. For a brief moment, silence filled the car, punctuated only by the rhythmic patter of rain against the windshield.

Lucian's gaze sharpened, locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse race. His fingers twitched on the steering wheel, and she could see the tension in his jaw, the way he fought to hold back. But the strain between them had been building for weeks, unspoken desires simmering just beneath the surface.

And now, there it was—an invitation. One he couldn't refuse.

Lucian's eyes darkened as he leaned forward, closing the distance between them with a deliberate slowness that sent anticipation coursing through Astrid's veins. His breath was warm against her lips, his mouth hovering just a fraction of an inch away from hers, teasing. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the closeness of his body setting her skin on fire.

The kiss started as a soft brush of lips—tentative, testing, as if he were still holding himself back. But then something broke inside him, and with a low growl of frustration, Lucian closed the distance, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that was hungry, demanding.

Astrid gasped at the sudden intensity, her body arching toward him of its own accord. His mouth moved against hers with a passion that left her breathless, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips, teasing hers, igniting a fire in her core that spread through her like wildfire.

The taste of him—smoky, intoxicating—overwhelmed her senses. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Every kiss felt like a claim, a declaration of the desire they had both kept hidden for far too long. Her body trembled beneath the weight of it, every nerve alight with need.

Lucian's hand slid down to her waist, his fingers gripping her firmly, possessively. He pulled her toward him, his body pressing against hers as their kisses grew more heated, more desperate. Astrid could feel the hard lines of his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, his warmth seeping into her skin. She wanted more—needed more.

With a soft moan, Astrid broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Lucian didn't stop, though. His lips trailed down her jawline, leaving a scorching path of kisses along her skin. His breath was hot against her neck, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, where he bit down gently, drawing a gasp from her throat.

"Mr. Blackwood," she breathed, her voice trembling, her fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed his way down to her collarbone. He stopped for a moment, pulling her a little closer by waist "Call me Lucian". With that he slowly bit her lower lip, making her moan again,

Lucian, she moaned, almost like a whisper with uneven breaths.

The way his name sounded on her lips seemed to ignite something in him, and he responded by sucking at the delicate skin of her throat, his tongue tracing the hollow there in slow, languid strokes that made her body shudder.

His hands roamed lower, slipping beneath her shirt, fingers brushing against the bare skin of her waist. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her back arching instinctively as she pressed herself closer to him, needing to feel him, needing his touch like oxygen. Every inch of her body felt alive, every sensation amplified under his hands.

Lucian's lips returned to hers, and this time the kiss was deeper, hungrier. His hands explored her body, sliding over the curve of her hips, his grip firm and sure, as though he was mapping her out, learning every inch of her by touch alone. Astrid felt herself giving in completely, her body melting into his as she lost herself in the heat of his kisses, the feeling of his hands on her skin.

He moved against her, their bodies flush together, and she could feel the hard press of him against her thigh. It sent a thrill through her, a pulse of desire that made her toes curl. Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as the intensity of their connection overwhelmed her. Every kiss, every touch seemed to pull her deeper into him, into the fire they had ignited between them.

Lucian pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark and filled with something raw, something primal. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, swollen from their kisses, and for a moment, he simply stared at her, as if trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

"I hope that answers your question," he said, his voice low and rough, a teasing edge to his words.

Astrid couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips, her cheeks flushed, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. She looked away for a moment, trying to steady her breath, but the weight of what had just happened hung in the air between them, undeniable.

But even as the heat between them began to subside, Astrid knew this was far from over.