「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(291) Spectacular

Lynn's POV

Despite the overall orangey glow cast by the actively dancing flames that invariably threw off the white balance of the room, I was absolutely certain Charles' cheeks flushed in the exact moment I tossed him that seductive yet genuine compliment.

Indeed, the sweet fragrance of vanilla radiated distinctly from him, conceivably originating from the essence of his shower gel, and markedly heightened the appeal of his already enticing body. He chuckled bashfully and peered in my direction, albeit focusing his mesmerized gaze on my lips.

Without another thought, I kissed him passionately, an aggressive gesture blatantly screaming that I thirsted him in every way possible. He reciprocated tentatively at first but soon launched a unreservedly dynamic entrance, twirling his tongue actively with mine in an endless cycle.

Carefully floating my glass away, I discreetly removed his from his grasp and docked them safely to the vintage bench as he securely interlocked our fingers. I squeezed his palm, unsteadily sneaking my crippled arm beneath his night shirt and my nails would have clawed into his back, if only they could. Instead, I merely skimmed the soft skin and hugged him with all the strength my arm could give me.

Just above my line of tangible sensation, Charles pressed his arm against my back and I could feel his fingers clutching onto my robe and night gown, perhaps as rigidly as he gripped my hand, essentially like he relied on the resolute clasps to prevent himself from wandering into areas he awfully failed to neglect.

Determinedly aiming to entice him further, I forcefully shrugged my shoulders and in the process of successfully inducing my sleeves to slip off, I accidentally broke away from him. For the seconds our lips parted, we both panted heavily, severely but pleasantly out of breath.

As I was about to retract my hand from his, Charles spontaneously released his fingers and hurriedly cupped my face, maintaining ours just inches away. He hung his head low, gradually recovering, and I quickly seized the chance, nimbly sliding out my master arm. Eagerly, I leaned in again but before our lips could contact, Charles anxiously jerked himself back.

"Lynn," Charles slurred shakily, gluing his eyes shut.

"I won't be able to stop myself if you keep going like this," Charles croaked sheepishly, as if on the verge of tears.

"Then don't," I encouraged in a sincere tone, caressing his lovely skull.

Slowly glancing up, Charles stared at me with crystal blue eyes destroyed by skepticism. Despite beaming with immense guilt and untainted doubt, they shined gloriously with unmistakable longing. It did not surprise me, the thoughtful logic that still prevailed in his head, but the incredible exercise of restrain to hurl his body that was evidently spiralling into temptation away.

Regardless that it was the first thing I demanded for Karen to teach me to cope with, ultimate intimacy regrettably had not been smooth for us. My mind and body worked on opposites, one dearly yearning for his affection while the other struggled to manage the wretchedly inflamed stress. Eventually, my innate defence mechanisms would activate, precluding our exchange barely before it even started.

Considerate as he always is, Charles duly acted in accordance, graciously tolerating my depressing inabilities, albeit at the expense of his own deprivation. Although surely appreciating his kindness that promoted a sound environment for my rehabilitation, I was no more keen for him to remain robbed of what he deeply deserved.

Judging from my disappointing improvement prior, I begged Karen to adopt variant methodologies to aid my guidance back to normality but while she was fully aware of my plans, she was unsupportive to expedite my healing suddenly, and for good reason.