She thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but.
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Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing wi...
A/N : warning before you read this chapter: severe mention of SA with kinda graphic descriptions. If this is triggering for you, you might want to skip this chapter and comment the same. I ll most definately reply with a short summary of the chapter, so you won'thave problem continuing with of the rest story.
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E L L O R A
I wake up in the middle of his bed wrapped in his scent.
The cologne that professor Langdon wore every single day to class, that had half the girls' panties wet was surrounding me wholly.
Well, I am not complaining.
I sit up on the bed, running a hand through my unruly hair feeling...sore.
Last night on the balcony comes rushing back to me.
The serene sound of water from the pond that the balcony overlooks, the occasional soft sound of leaves, the fireflies on the grounds lighting up the Lillies on the water and...and his intense grunting, my screams, the musky smell of sweat, my nails scratching his back, his painful tugging og my hair, the sound of our bodies moving against- into each other. I cover my eyes with my hands letting out a sigh.
I lost my virginity to professor Langdon.
In the most magical night ever.
Looking up I see something that catches my eyes.
A bunch of papers looking very out of place on the bedside table.
Scooting down the bed- butt naked, I pick those papers up.
Another one of his insanely difficult problem sheets. Ten problems. On top of them in his cursive, almost unintelligible if you aren't used to it- handwriting, 'submit by six in the evening.'
I stare holes into the paper.
For two whole damn minutes.
What's the worse a man you slept with the last night can do? Leave in the morning without a word and no way to contact him ever again?
Nope.
Give you insanely difficult electrostats problems to solve.
Shaking my head at the absurdity of it all I decide to take a shower. Standing under the lukewarm water feels amazing on my muscles. I remember passing out on him last night in the balcony. He must have carried me back to his room today morning. Or last night? I don't know.
A blush creeps up my neck that has nothing to do with the hot water and everything to do with the imagination of prof-no. Magnus.
I cannot keep on calling the man I fuck, professor. That's sacrilegious.
I think.
The day passes by in a blur as I go about my daily routine- which literally just includes studying, cooking my meals then studying some more. Magnus is obviously gone to MU from the absence of his duster on the hook by the door and his snow boots.
