Incubus

| Twenty-Five |

   "Alors, avec cette expression l'auteur. . ." Mr. Smith spoke with a beautifully fluent French accent as he taught my attentive class. To be quite honest, I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. My eyes were enthralled by his lips. I watched as they curved up slightly at the corners every time he'd catch me staring at him, and how he'd flick his tongue out to wet his lips every so often. I bit my lip every time he did it, wondering what it would feel like to have his tongue upon my skin.

Every fibre in my body wanted to kiss him. My body ached for his touch the entire class. His hypnotic eyes connected with mine and my lips parted. His blue orbs were drawing me in, and a familiar heat began to spread throughout my body, starting at the tips of my fingers all the way to the curl of my toes. The damn demon was using his power on me. I released a small gasp as the heat travelled to my core and wetness pooled between my thighs. It felt as if Lucky was actually touching me with his sinful fingers, but he was still sat at the front of the room, watching me intently. My eyes squeezed shut and I threw my head back involuntarily at the addictive sensation. Luckily, I was sat at the back of the class, so nobody could see my chest rising and falling rapidly.

   "Vas y." I heard him demand as he instructed the class to begin their work. My eyes popped open and met his instantly. He was sat at his desk with his elbows placed firmly on the surface. His sleeves were rolled up forcing my eyes to travel along his skin to admire the bulging veins in his arms. That turned me on even more, making me remember how sexy he had looked laying shirtless in bed last night. I watched his eyes darken as he no doubt listened to my dirty thoughts about last night. I wished I had accepted his offer and let him have his way with me. My legs began to shake and my lips trembled.

   "Lucky," I gasped inside my head and gripped my French textbook. I glanced warily around me, hoping nobody had seen me. Relief flooded through me when I saw the backs of everyone's heads. "You need to stop. Unless you want me to moan in front of all these people, I suggest you stop doing whatever you're doing."

   Abruptly, there was more pressure against my core. A gasp slipped past my parted lips. A girl with brown hair who sat in front of me whirled around and sent me a weird look.

   "I just realized I was supposed to start my period today." I shrugged, the terrible lie rolling off my tongue with ease. But, to my surprise she nodded in understanding.

   "You're on the pill?" she asked expectantly. Girls were so understanding I wish I didn't have to lie to her. I was on the pill though, that wasn't going to be a lie.

   "Yeah," I smiled and she returned it.

   "I am too. I understand completely." She leaned in closer. "Do you need a pad?" she whispered under her breath.

   "No, thank you. I have one in my bag." I smiled genuinely at her, thankful that she would've given me something if I needed it. I felt slightly guilty for lying to her, but it was only a little lie. I couldn't exactly tell her I was being attacked by a sex demon.

   "Okay," she smiled and I sighed, a tension leaving my body as she turned back around in her seat.

   My gaze flicked to the front of the room and I glared at the man smirking at me. "Fuck you."

   "All you had to do was ask, baby." he retorted cockily and my jaw dropped at his vulgar thoughts.

   "You wish," I smirked back at him.

"I'm not going to disagree with that." His words slithered across my skin, raising goosebumps on my arms and neck. For the rest of the class I actually did my work, ignoring Lucky's penetrating stare. I wondered where Mr. Knight was. It was last period and I still hadn't seen him anywhere around school. It was scaring me more than I liked it to. Was he dead? Would the police figure out Lucky did it? I shook my head dismissively. If he was dead I would've heard about it by now. I needed to stop worrying. But, if he was alive he would question me. If he did remember and asked me about what happened last night, I'd look at him like he was a mad man and tell him he fell back and hit his head.